A couple of weeks ago my high school friend, the ailurophilic and musically talented BenjiFranklin, called me on his way to a class that meets up the road a bit and asked if I wanted a four storey cat tree.
“My cat has the roof of the carport,” said Benji. “He couldn’t be less interested.”
Benji keeps a great muscular orange-and-white with a map-of-Ireland face who could probably actually tear down entire trees with his bare claws if he hadn’t been found declawed to begin with. I took the offer and, as I let my last client out, found Benji trundling several awkwardly shaped carpeted objects up the walk. Before we got the first section inside Miss Nickel Catmium was sharpening her claws on the sisal rope that wraps the posts. They don’t do this to any of the three shorter cat trees distributed elsewhere around my house. Other kids’ toys are always neater.
Fergie wasn’t altogether sure what to do about it at first.
Finally he took a tentative flyer at it but, in true feline style (“I’m going to attack your foot! No, I’m going to groom! No, I’m going to jump up on the window!”) wasn’t quite sure what to do first.
Nickel has been letting him have the middle platform. I don’t know if she’s Queen of the Jungle or just more covetous of the safest perch on the top level. I’m just glad I weighted it with an Olympic plate before Fergie rappelled off it like that.
Benji sent me a recently discovered link to some music for them to enjoy.