My Christmas present came early this year. It came in a big box with parts that had to be put together. The instructions were in Swahili but we made do.
I knew it was coming and I couldn’t wait. Or more importantly, the cats couldn’t wait.
It is a very large cat tower. This purchase was planned for last spring but the cats spend most of the warm weather in the screened porch so it didn’t happen.
Some people prefer diamonds and rubies. Or perhaps a trip to the Bahamas. Or a new car in the driveway with a big red bow.
Those would be good too but they don’t happen at my house. You would more likely see catnip mice, ribbon and bows laying all over.
This cat tree has been entertainment for the whole family. Even the beloved husband has been amused. (He tries to hide it but I can see the mouth crinkles.)
It’s tall. When Morgan sits on the top shelf (header photo), she looks down at me. With an attitude! (Where did that come from?) Queen of the world!
Hazel has her physical therapy on it. Reluctantly of course but I can get her to climb it for a few pieces of kibble.
She will do most anything for a piece of kibble. Kibble is gold.
Even Mollie fell asleep in the upstairs cubby. That is, until there was an altercation. Morgan had booked it for the afternoon and was not happy about the double booking.
Jake’s not having any of it. He’s not much a climber these days. Arthritis you know. He will jump on a comfy chair, particularly if you want to sit there but he’s not climbing any freakin’ cat tree. Especially if it doesn’t smell of human butt!
There are doodles that hang from it. They are feathers on bouncy strings. The feathers lasted a day. What can I say? I have ninja attack cats.
Anything that happens on Christmas Day will be secondary to the wonder of the big cat tree.
It’s a hard act to follow. We are simple people.