Remember our bench seat? It used to sit beside the stairwell. That is, until Sparkle and Blue came along.
They were the much anticipated, saved-up-for pets by Paris, our oldest daughter.
She bought the birds, and we bought the birdcage.
Because I found one in a distressed gray finish.
I thought beside the stairs would be the perfect spot for it. For them.
As did Blackberry, one of our four cats. The table lends itself to a superb spying spot.
They are used to each other by now though and co-exist peaceably,
by the stairs.
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