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No Room at the Inn.

There’s barely any room left for me on my own chair. “No Room at the Inn”, you might say.

This isn’t because I have inexplicably piled on a load of weight, more that Mr Bear (the kitten, fast becoming huge) has decided that his favourite place to be in the whole house is wedged between my bottom and the side of my office chair. There are a number of problems with this scenario, here are just a few:

1) The chair is covered in the most hair-attracting fabric known to man. So now it’s covered in fabric and cat hair. Hence the need for the new Dyson DC-34 Animal Hoover that I’ve just purchased.

2) Mr Bear has to take his monkey with him wherever he goes (and chatter at the monkey very loudly for minutes on end) which means even less room on the chair.

3) Mr Bear insists on taking up extremely cute positions on the chair which renders me speechless with adoration and unable to throw him off.

He has got me totally sussed, hasn’t he?!

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  1. I never used to be a cat person until the arrival of a very cute british shorthair named Lotso. He is the spitting image of mr bear, but is blue and white. Mr bear is absolutely adorable… I just cant get enough of these british shorthairs.

  2. Okay. During my working day I ususally have one particularly large black moggie with the build of a breeze block on my knee, a lithe oriental on the printer (she likes to work the controls), and a paranoid birman/siamese yelling at me incessantly. Then the dog comes along ……..

    It’s no wonder I’m known as the ‘mad cat woman’. It’s like trying to work in the RSPCA! xxx

  3. Im such a cat-lady. I adore all cats! I will prob turn in to one of those mad ones in the future. My cat is my baby <3

  4. Aww… he’s a baby! Pets remind me of my son. He’s already 3 but I still love to cuddle him like a baby!

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