Shame, shame on me. Captain Chair, the oldest and most regal of my chairs was found in the basement when we moved in. Back then I obviously had no imagination because I set him outside every summer and used him for a potted plant perch. Poor thing. He got uglier every year - and it's all my fault!
After confessing to him the error of my ways, he forgave me and loved the resurgence of attention. He was most appreciative of the wood putty - it was like elbow replacement surgery for him : )
The cats, of course had to be in on everything and they were sure surprised (not to mention a bit snooty) when I took Captain back into the house, promising to never, ever abuse him again.
