When I was a kid we used to have a house which was more stairway than room. It was a mid victorian terrace set into the side of a hill, and the back half of the house was half a level down from the front half. Depending on how you looked at it, it either had six or three floors. There was a small window set into the wall at the top of the stairway, completely inaccessible from inside or outside the house. Except to one white fluffy cat, who could somehow manage to leap down from the roof onto the narrow window ledge six (or three) storeys up and then stare in through the window at us. No-one knows how he did it, but we seemed to be his favourite form of entertainment. Maybe he had a crush on our own cat, Sunday.
Chumley's obviously been taking lessons from that cat.
The bookcase Smudge is sitting on, in mine. It's from Ikea and is probably called 'Lundqvist'. The lampshade definitely isn't - it's probably available at the Bexhill Help The Aged charity store and called 'Doris'.
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