My darling Schuster, approaching 10 years old, still thinks he is king of the hill. He is not. After yet another "patching", which requires an indoor recuperation, he has been driving me crazy with his plaintive cries for OUT. So the other day I took all of the impossibly small snippets of waste fabric that I have saved over the last two years and made him his own throne to watch the world go by. He wasn't sure at first - but is now happily ensconced. I've never before seen a gift so well received! Happy!