In the beginning we had a cheap bed we had acquired while in college, and we slept in that bed for years until it fell apart. Then we got a secondhand bed from my parents that they were not using (their guest room was reclaimed as an office). That bed was smaller but we made do.
Then the baby came.
Dad and Mom slept on the floor in the nursery on an air mattress for a while, and then we moved our bed in there. Once our daughter Lynnea was big enough to sleep in a real bed, she shared the bed with Mom and I took the air mattress.
Because one of us snored loudly and kept waking the other, I decided to sleep downstairs on the couch and have done so ever since. My wife has back problems from trying to sleep in the little bed and for years we talked about getting a bedroom set.
Years past, our daughter started attending school, and her 7'th birthday is now just around the corner. In the meantime, our bedroom became a storeroom that the family cat claimed for herself, in more ways than one.
Two weeks ago Pat and I mutually agreed that the time had come to get a new bedroom set and reclaim our room. We went to a local furniture store and hemmed and hawed for a long time trying to pick out something sturdy, comfortable, but not too expensive. Furniture is goddamned pricey, y'know?
Eventually we selected the pieces we wanted, and the combined total was (as far as I'm concerned) pretty darn hefty at $2700. We scheduled delivery of the furniture and went home to tackle cleaning our bedroom.
It was a real battle. Hundreds of pounds of accumulated junk went into the trash. Much was boxed and carted up the narrow stairwell into our attic. I spent hours up there rearranging the years of detritus that we've stowed away in the pinnacle of our home. The cat was relocated into the hall.
Furniture that was hopelessly ruined by the cat (cat urine sucks) went out to the sidewalk to be taken away with the trash. We posted a warning sign on the ruined furniture, but scavengers carted it away anyway. All in all over a period of a few days they took a big upholstered chair that was matted with cat-hair and matching hassock (with matching mats of cat-hair), two broken vacuum cleaners, two old child car-seats covered with cat hair, two ripped and torn leather-upholstered chairs from our downstairs study.
The old hand-me-down dresser, vanity, and one endtable were cleaned and moved into my daughter's room to replace her baby furniture. The other endtable? Up into the attic. I'm still marvelling at the amount of junk I've managed to improbably squeeze into that wedge-shaped space.
We inventoried our clothing and managed to fill five trashbags with serviceable clothing that went to goodwill. It's funny how things just seem to accumulate. One day you are looking at your natty t-shirts of yesteryear, and thinking “I need some new Tees.” So out to the store you go and come back with 5 to 7 new t-shirts. The old ones, however, don't ever seem to make it to goodwill or the trash and before you know it you have more T-shirts than you know what to do with. But I digress.
All of this moving and shuffling was a matter of great concern for the cat, who plaintively complained whenever we were in sight and messing with “her stuff”. Fortunately doping her up with catnip was an effective way to keep her occupied while we reclaimed our room.
The floor of the bedroom was a disaster. It quickly became apparent that the cat had urinated in some spots and thrown up in others. We had known that there were some spots the cat had sprayed, and we had attempted to clean the ones we could find, but prior to this point we hadn't been able to get rid of the smell, and we hadn't been able to find all the damage with the room piled high with boxes and stored items.
We opened the windows, and sprayed the foulest spots with a product called “OUT!”. OUT! is a detergent combined with bacterial enzymes which are specifically formulated to break down cat urine, spray, vomit, and the like. After that, we shut the door and waited.
This past Saturday afternoon, with the room finally cleared of all contents, we began the extremely unpleasant task of cleaning the floor. It didn't smell nearly as bad, but it was still icky. My wife Patty gave it a quick once-over with the vacuum, and then I got on my hands and knees and scrubbed each individual board of the hardwood pine floor with a stiff bristle brush and a PineSol solution. I carefully wiped the sudsy crud off each individual board with paper towels. The spaces between the boards were large (about 1 cm wide?) and I didn't want to mop the crud into the cracks where it would dry and possibly stink.
It took about 3 hours to thoroughly scrub and wipe the floor this way. After it dried the smell was no longer detectable, but just in case, my wife sprayed the entire floor with OUT! and we reopened the windows and shut the door again.
The next day, the room smelled *good*. The floor was free of stains, and even when I stuck my nose up close to one of the areas that had been the worst, I could smell nothing. All the same, one more pass was made with the vacuum and we took the opportunity to get the dust off the baseboards and baseboard heater. The cat was nonplussed and wanted to know when she was getting her room back.
I really have to recommend that OUT! stuff if you own a cat. It's produced by “OUT! International, Inc.” which is based in Dallas TX. Check their website at www.outinternational.com if you are interested.
During this process we tried to prepare our daughter for the prospect of sleeping on her own. We'd been talking to her about that for several months now, and she was willing to try. With her room outfitted with her new furniture and a pink Disney TV and DVD player she received for Christmas, 'Neya became excited about having her “big girl room” all to herself. Pat and I suddenly found ourselves *alone* downstairs for stretches longer than 5 minutes! Strange feeling.
Last nite, as Pat and Neya snuggled into bed, we reminded her that this would be the last night Mommy would be sleeping in her room. 'Neya was a little nervy about the prospect but I think she'll be fine.
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Today the furniture arrived and was assembled in our room. The deliverymen had accidentally lost the mounting brackets to attach the mirror to the vanity so we will need to run back to the store and get another set, but other than that, there were no hitches.
The deliverymen left and for the first time in almost 7 years, Pat and I made our bed. Then we climbed onto the comfortable Sealy queen-sized mattress and relaxed for a bit, grinning goofily at each other. It had been about 17 years since we slept on a cheap mattress on the floor of our little apartment, and this was our first new bed that was really our own.
Despite all the cost and all the work, I'm glad we did it–primarily for Patty's aching back, and my daughter's budding independence. Besides, I'm not exactly the easiest person in the world to get along with, and my wife deserves to have a decent bed to sleep on.
In all likelihood I'll continue to sleep downstairs so that we will both be able to sleep through the night, but it is nice to have our bedroom back.
Our cat surely thinks otherwise, for she is banished from the newly furnished room. As she has become older and less reliable about using the litterbox, her domain has shrunk to a shadow of its former glory. Now all she can claim is the upstairs bathroom, hall, stairway, and downstairs hall.
I have no doubt that she is plotting her revenge.




