How my feline friend lead me to become a creative master in the art of reupholstering.
Teddy Bear can really be a little bitch sometimes.
Lately, I might as well be getting up to nurse an f’ing newborn because TB starts meowing (in which he sounds like a tiny sheep) around 3am. Then he comes in a little closer to the bed at 3:04 am. A little louder and just out of arm’s reach at 3:07am. I put the pillow over my head, turn my sound machine up and all of a sudden my little sheep cat is roaring his head off like a lion.
When he first started doing this, I’d get up to coax him back to bed but he wanted to play chase. Such fun every night at 3:13am. I would go to pick him up and he’d run (for what seemed like his life – I might as well have been threatening to de-claw him with pliers) under the kitchen table. As soon as I’d crouch down by the table, he’d race into the bathroom behind the toilet, and so on…therefore, I started to ignore him. Because he’s really just seeing if I will get up and give into him, right?
Well, this cat means business. So much so, I was considering how to reupholster a section of my vintage sofa. As I was getting my beauty sleep amid the white noise of my sound machine (on the highest volume setting) TB was up to no good.
Here’s Ted’s interpretation of a temper tantrum (again, like a Jr. High girl):
Of course I couldn’t find the little shit when I discovered this treasure and racked my brain contemplating how to patch this corner (the front, exposed so everyone can see it corner, naturally). And I came up with a solution that fit right in with my eclectic, budget conscious household. Duct tape.
Growing up, I my dad taught me that duct tape can fix anything (even your big, red glasses in 3rd grade. You simply put the duct tape over the piece that snapped off, which in my case was right in the middle, where the glasses sit on one’s nose and pretend as if nothing is wrong. Which is why much to my delight, I was nicknamed Ducky. Kids are so sweet). In my current case, applying my father’s knowledge, I found leopard duct tape and ‘reupholstered’ the corner of my couch.
Cheapest (and probably cheapest looking) DIY job ever! But it does the trick.
In reality, Teddy was just trying to help me spruce up my space a tad. Because once he got his claw stuck in the duct tape, he never set his sights on my couch again. Oh, and those 3am wake up cries? Seems he was needing food, as I was forgetting to feed him before bed (guess this would be why I don’t have kids). So now, I feed the damn bear at night and all of my furniture has remained in tact. For now.