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Well, someone approves of my new mattress
Dec. 18th, 2009 11:34 amThis week I received a new 'memory foam' mattress topper.
I've been moaning about my lower back achiness for months, fairly certain that my fairly thin sprung mattress wasn't helping matters.
While on holiday, at one B&B we had the most amazing foam mattress: squishy but firm, allowed my curved bits to sink in but still supporting the straight bits. I slept like a log.
Getting home, I reviewed the mattress options, and decided on a 3" topper rather than a full new mattress (these things are pricey! sheesh).
So two nights in, I'm still getting used to it. I'm sincerely hoping the synthetic chemical-ey smell of new foam wears off quickly; it's hard to ignore because it's only inches from your nose all night.
But twice last night, I had to boot Madam Harley from the bed; the second time she fought through a wedged-shut door to luxuriate on the duvet and the new mattress topper.
She is not allowed on beds, to prevent her from furring up the bedding and aggravating Robert's allergies. We generally keep bedroom doors closed, but last night I'd left it open to help air circulate and dispell the foam smell.
The first time I woke and found her, she looked up, stretched and recurled to expose her tummy and said, you wouldn't kick me off, I'm too cute to evict. Wrong!
The second time I swear she turned on her Heavy Flop setting, turning into a heavy drapey mass of fur, to make it harder to lift her off and shoo her out the door, the wretch.
Perhaps mattresses should feature cat-approval ratings: a one, two, or three-cat approval rating would be at least as useful as the descriptions I read while shopping.
I've been moaning about my lower back achiness for months, fairly certain that my fairly thin sprung mattress wasn't helping matters.
While on holiday, at one B&B we had the most amazing foam mattress: squishy but firm, allowed my curved bits to sink in but still supporting the straight bits. I slept like a log.
Getting home, I reviewed the mattress options, and decided on a 3" topper rather than a full new mattress (these things are pricey! sheesh).
So two nights in, I'm still getting used to it. I'm sincerely hoping the synthetic chemical-ey smell of new foam wears off quickly; it's hard to ignore because it's only inches from your nose all night.
But twice last night, I had to boot Madam Harley from the bed; the second time she fought through a wedged-shut door to luxuriate on the duvet and the new mattress topper.
She is not allowed on beds, to prevent her from furring up the bedding and aggravating Robert's allergies. We generally keep bedroom doors closed, but last night I'd left it open to help air circulate and dispell the foam smell.
The first time I woke and found her, she looked up, stretched and recurled to expose her tummy and said, you wouldn't kick me off, I'm too cute to evict. Wrong!
The second time I swear she turned on her Heavy Flop setting, turning into a heavy drapey mass of fur, to make it harder to lift her off and shoo her out the door, the wretch.
Perhaps mattresses should feature cat-approval ratings: a one, two, or three-cat approval rating would be at least as useful as the descriptions I read while shopping.
