Livable, at least. Jake has it best, of course.
Tigger used to like getting under the covers with me for a nap. I’d lift the sheet and ask, “Would you like to play tent? He’d purr, get under the sheet, and we’d continue to converse about the virtues of such a good tent, how much we liked it, etc. Then, I’d launch a story about the mighty lion entering his lair, more etc. And that is how one becomes a crazy cat lady.