Cat Bunk Bed (noun): A memorable birthday gift that officially makes me a "Crazy Cat Lady"

Despite June having some pretty rough patches, I had a GREAT birthday near the end of the month.  My husband organized a luau complete with a roasted pig and I was surrounded by some of my most favourite people.

There was no shortage of pig, tons of spiked fruit punch, lots of laughs, and the day was complete with one super-awesome homemade gift from my friend and her husband.

A Cat Bunk Bed.

I mean... COME ON!

Hurley is sitting on the top bunk, while Mischa shoved herself as far back as possible on the lower bunk.  Although I actually placed them there for this shot, they do use it on their own every once in a while, and every time I see them in it, I squeal.  My husband does not share my excitement.

I should clarify that there is a back story.  A week before the luau, I happened to stumble upon a photo of a cat bunk bed online and showed it to my friend/co-worker.  I thought it was cute and silly and I guess she understood that as "deep want."  Because that weekend, the day before my party, she somehow managed to convince her handy husband to make one with scrap material. A day before.

Wrapped in Justin Bieber wrapping paper (there is no back story for that, it was just random), they made me open it on my front porch when they arrived because they were too embarrassed to have me do it inside with people watching.  Which was a good thing 'cause I squealed pretty loud when I saw it.

I don't squeal a lot, but I seem to do it a lot on my birthday or when it has to do with this bed.