A studio is not a studio unless a cat has claimed a shelf as its own.
I had done a load of knitting, thinking I could maybe sell some of it and stored my handy work neatly. I then made the mistake of blinking and found my knitting miraculously turned into a cat bed and unsalable. Now I’m out of sorts if he’s not sleeping there. His name is Splat by the way so named by my husband I must add.