Those are wonderful! I can’t have nice things cause I have cats.
I'm still not quite connected most of the time to the fact I can unpack some nice things or just be less cautious about where I choose to put anything no matter if fancy or utilitarian. It's two years since my old kitties had passed away and I'd decided not to seek out another cat deliberately... with a nod to possibility that one may land on my porch sometime.
Like lots of other seniors, I'm supposedly in divestiture mode these days, so one would think I'd at least unpack a few bins of bubble-wrapped items brought up from the city when I left... just to see them again for awhile before foisting them off on kin, friends, a yard sale or the rubbish bin.
Somewhere I have a wonderful little Mexican pottery cat... I always suspected that its real and bratty counterparts would find it just the right size to tip off a bureau or bookcase top to wake me up on a weekend morning. That little clay cat hasn't seen the light of day for more than three or four weeks the whole time I've owned it, which is nearly 60 years, so does beg the question why I bought it.