Well, we had an interesting night last night. Can you tell what happened? No, there was not a coup staged by the animals to gain control of our bed. That happened years ago. The bed that we searched weeks for. In dozens of stores. On craigslist. At Pottery Barn online sales, but ended up getting from a huge store that I normally love where you take home your furniture in boxes and then spend hours assembling said furniture. The bed I really, really liked and almost named. (No, not one of the names we called it during assembly time). That bed collapsed at 10:30pm last night.
No shenanigans were involved. Don't even go there. No, we simply lay down to watch "Modern Family" on the DVR and during the opening credits Mr. Tennis, The Bostons and one cat (and I) plunged to the floor. Fortunately second cat was not under bed where she usually likes to hang.
This is what the bed looks like now: