Queen and Latifa

It's not quite the epic battle that was the cinematic event of Mega Shark V Giant Octopus (magnificently schlocky and hilariously bad pure entertainment by the way), but there is a battle going on in the Q&L household!

The diva kitty does not use her basket. Seriously, even after a liberal spraying of catnip, she's not even remotely interested in the basket. She likes to sleep on the sofa or on me when I'm asleep in bed. She likes to sit behind the telly or on the computer chair. No basket interest whatsoever.

But surely every cat needs a basket?

So here's the thing: I horde. I have lots of stuff and refuse to throw stuff away. Despite the generous proportions of my 60s council flat in comparison to the majority of modern flats, and due to my incredible amounts of stuff, space is at a premium in chez Q&L. My bedroom is horribly cluttered, and one of the main culprits of clutterage is the exercise bike that I don't use because it's under a pile of things that I haven't been bothered to put on ebay (that and I'm incredibly lazy). It would make a significant differance if I were to move the exercise bike out of the bedroom, and I might even used the blooming thing if it guilts me every time I go into my living room.

But is it mean to replace the cat's basket with an exercise bike? Am I a bad person for even contemplating this?

M x