I keep telling myself that I wasn't meant to have anything nice.
Either the cats (or the husband) ruin every new thing I get, within a week!

It keeps me grounded, reminding me not to be so worried over material things. I'd give them all away for the welfare of any cat that I have here.

So, there are 'imperfections' I just have to get used to it, and think how wonderful a life full of cats really is.