We've saved our booze bottles from last 2 years and arranged them on top of our cabinets in the order of consumption. Classy, I know.
The bed in the cat house used to resemble a mushroom with holes so that the cat could enter the inside of the mushroom and hide. Upon first inspecting this bed, Rasputin promptly sat on top of it and squished it so that the inner cavity collapsed. :(
...plotting his next nefarious act. Gnawing on my textbooks perhaps? Or maybe running off with a spool of my suede lace? I am not eager to find out.