That used to be my exercise room. Two bikes, a treadmill. Somewhere along the line, I ceded that territory to the cats. Oh, I fought it for a while. But they won. They always win. It's another cat thing. That's okay. I don't mind. Sigh. Besides, they're kind enough to allow me to use one of the bikes now and then. The good bike. The one that doesn't squeak when I pedal it. The one with the seat that Jake has NOT turned into a chew toy.
I should also introduce you to Mr. Monkey. He's Jake's beloved stuffed orangutan. Jake carries him all over the house, sleeps with him, tosses him up in the air playfully ... and occasionally tries to chew his face off. Amazingly, Mr. Monkey still has one. No mouth. A little stuffing escaping under the chin. But his eyes are still there. So far. Here is Jake reaching out to him, a few nights ago: