We all do it, all the time, in every home. Somebody (a relative, party guest, police officer, repairman, everybody) comes in and looks around at your stuff. The items you collect and display will define you. I took some pictures of my stuff. I bypassed the obvious areas (the fridge and medicine cabinet) The themed photos, cartoon clippings and magnets in the kitchen or the hair ball gel and flea shampoo behind the mirror are too mundane. Judge me (I don’t care).
My wife drew this and it hangs above the light switch of the main bathroom.
This sign hangs directly below her drawing.
Atop a curio cabinet in the kitchen stands this fine piece. I had to include a side view to reveal the splendor and girth.
Inside that curio is my favorite item. She is powerful and expressive. The close up of her face will explain my attraction.
In the guest bedroom is a plaster mask my step-daughter made twenty years ago.
On another nick-knack shelf stands the smallest (but not least important) thing.
I have excluded the cloth chair that was used to sharpen claws, the litter boxes, shiny toys and dust/hair balls the size of kittens. Those are too elementary for the person seeking your personality traits. Besides, everyone knows you own a cat. God forbid I say this aloud, “It’s not about the cat. It’s you they came to visit”.