On Saturday, after running/rollerblading in the park, Chris and I discovered that Liverpool was having village-wide garage sales. We stopped at a bunch and found some really neat old stuff for the new house. My favorite is this old chair. It's all knicked up and has aged really well.
The only problem is, the chair is Oreo's favorite, too. He's been camped out on it since the minute we brought it in. Here's a lovely picture of him telling me to stay away from his chair. lol
Why must our black cat always like the white furniture and fabric best?