miniatures and minicats

This is a golden oldie from when my black and white little brat was a baby. He loved walking into and out of dollshouses, neatly using the door.And the stairs in my bigger houses. Later on , he also tried sleeping on a dolls bed. Bed did not survive. Cat did, of course, I mean : what can one do? He looked so happy and innocent ( and still does, for that matter...)
The shop eventually did not survive the cats' interest, too, They used the roof to bask themselves in the sun , but the plexiglass crashed down when they grew older and heavier and the shop did, as well, around their ears. That is why I bought a sturdier shop, which will eventually be moving into the new Kendrew house !