My best friend gave me hobbits for my birthday: a cardboard cutout, life size (about 4 feet tall) of Frodo, Sam, Merry and Pippin, cute as can be.
I am delighted with the gift, and dearly love the woman who knows me well enough to understand that this is something I would want.
When I first brought them home Sunday evening, I left them sitting in the living room for awhile, but then began to worry about the cats getting at them even though they were still wrapped in plastic, or at least knocking them over. Besides, I wanted to get the little guys set up properly right away.
So I took them upstairs and set them up in the guest room, where the cats are not allowed. They’re safe there for the time being, but what’s the good of having hobbits around the house if they’re shut up on the top floor like Bertha Mason and I can’t enjoy them?
What to do, what to do…
Suggestions are welcome–keeping in mind that they are cardboard and I don’t want them damaged.
Due to the underlined link leading to this thread (well, on my browser, font settings, etc) I read the title as “Hobbits in the Quest Room.”
This lead to a moment’s idle fancy of a group of short hairy fellas sitting around on couches, smoking and joking, waiting for enough people to join them to form an adventuring party.
[sub]“Hey, you lads got room for a threadbare ranger and a meddling wizard? We got our own horses already, and everything.”[/sub]
As for what to do with them…
What unsuspecting SO wouldn’t be thrilled to open the closet door in the early AM, barely awake, and be confronted by an armed party of war-hobbits?
[sub]My love (and long personal history) of pranks played on family members is really gonna bite me in the ass when the Skeezling gets a little older, I just know it…[/sub]
We had hobbits once. They ate the entire contents of the refrigerator, left foot hairs in the bathtub, and generally caused a lot of problems. That’s why we got the cat, actually.
Short of mounting them on the ceiling or behind glass I can’t think of a way to keep the little buggers safe.
Heh. “I kept them shut up on the top floor but I couldn’t enjoy them there so I mounted them on the ceiling”.
The weird thing is that I’ve been having these little fantasies–not the pervy kind, as you’d expect–but of coming home to find the garden, which is normally a muddy mess, all nice and trim with some little yellow flowers (“Thank you, Sam. Nice job.”) and not a crumb of food left in the house. (“So what happened to that super-jumbo economy-sized box of Cheerios I bought yesterday?” “Pippin had that for second breakfast.” “Tasty too! What’s for dinner?” “I guess we can go to that all-you-can-eat place again. Come on, guys–get into your cloaks, and out to the car.”)
I don’t have windowsills or ledges. For the present, I’m thinking of putting them in the little dormer window-bay in the guest room, facing to look out the window over the front yard so I can see them when I come in and go out. But that’s a short-term solution, since the sun falls on that side of the house in the afternoons, and I don’t want them to fade.
Ideally, I’d like to put them in the study, which is another cat-restricted area where I spend more time (it is where the TV and computer are). Right now, however, it’s far too cluttered and will take some serious rearranging before there’s room for them.
I suppose I could clear off the top of one of the short shelves and rig them up on that.
