When I had a studio, I had a murphy bed. Once I got up, I would fold it back up and there would be no bed. Certainly stopped the lounging during the day, but it was worth it, since it made it feel like a real living room when I came home from work.
Brenda--great place! I love the beautiful light you get from those many window. I also think the pass-through from the kitchen is a terrific detail. Also, cool wood floors. You done good!
I always loved having cats on the bed back when I had them. It's a different proposition with a hundred-pound-dog, though. She hasn't been a bed dog since she was very young.
Best part of the new place, besides the deck? [link] Inside that pillar that Katy (friend and agent) is leaning on? Brand new front load washer/dryer. And those wires sticking out of the wall? Surround sound.
Brenda, I love the great big deck, and the built-ins in the living room, and the marble kitchen counter/bar, and the way the toilet is tucked around the corner from the bathtub, and....well, pretty much all of it!
Party at Brenda's! (she has an awesome place!)
So jealous of the washer and dryer.
Dishwasher too. But damn, I've never had a w/d in any place I've lived (as an adult). And having it right there means I can basically use it as a hamper (my brother's brill suggestion), and for the first time in my life actually have clean clothes on a regular basis. Whoo-hoo!
Jesse, are you cleaning? I'm not cleaning, really, outside of doing laundry. I need to fix that.
Brenda, SQUEE! What a gorgeous place! Also, you will love your front-loading washer/dryer more than your last SO. Not that I know who that was, but I do know the love I have for my front-loader is mighty.
Our cats sleep on the bed. Byron sleeps on my pillow most nights. My mom grew up on a farm and didn't have "pets" (as opposed to animals owned for a purpose) until she left home. Now she has the three most spoiled cats in the world. My dad isn't so much a cat person, but he grew up with beloved dogs and now treats his dog better than he treats me. Seriously, the man doesn't come visit me because of his dog. Makes me batty.
Anyway, with an upbringing like that, no way were my animals going to be anything but family.
ETA: No judgment there, just an agreement that its cultural.