I can't say I wasn't warned…

A while ago, our recliners went to lounge suite heaven in the sky. Whether it was a sign of poor workmanship or overuse, we’re not entirely sure. In any case, considering the fabric pattern wasn’t exactly to my taste, I wasn’t really sorry to send them off to the tip in the back of a borrowed trailer.

Before we got rid of them, my other half and I had a discussion as to what to replace them with. My initial thought was nothing – after all, we still had a perfectly good three seater sofa. But as my other half quite rightly pointed out, I often monopolise the sofa by lying on it. Given Mojo’s tendancy to give the lounge a fair hiding with his claws, we were reluctant to buy a new lounge suite. We have cat scratchers galore around the place which he uses in our presence….however the evidence suggests that he goes to town on the lounge when we’re not home.

My other half suggested the relatively inexpensive option of getting a couple of beanbags instead. They are comfy, easily moved and if/when we get another lounge suite, they could easily be used elsewhere. Of course, I had visions of coming home to polystyrene balls strewn randomly throughout the house. But he was not to be disuaded and so we opted to get the beanbags anyway with the added reassurance that liners were available to contain the beans within the bag in case of any accidents.

We’ve had them for a couple of months now and so far, so good. Mojo hasn’t scratched them and in fact shows little interest in them at all, unless there happens to be a lap to hop on and have a snuggle. Rosie on the other hand is a bean bag demon. She loves them! She will spend hours kneading the bean bag, getting into just that right spot. And once she’s nice and settled, there is absolutely no shifting her – short of a bribe of salmon or rump steak of course.