Haven’t you had posts in the past that talked about cat towers you like? Like Armarkat I think? I didn’t see anything in the “recommended” section though.
You know, I thought I had, but apparently not – I think someone asks where I got something, and I tell ’em, and I never put all the links in a central location! Maybe that needs to go on my “to do” list.
I will say, though, that a few weeks ago, when our local Sam’s Club had nice, tall, very sturdy cat trees for sale for $79.99, I dragged Fred to the store with me so we could buy one. We brought it home, put it where another cat tree had been, moved that one out to the porch, and tossed the falling-apart tree that had been on the porch. And?
They don’t use the new one. Because what I didn’t notice until Fred pointed it out some days later, is that there’s no easy way for the cats to get down from the top.
They can get up there, but to get down they’d have to jump to the top of the tunnel, then try to either go face-first into the lower level, OR jump straight to the floor. I don’t like that idea, so what we’re going to do is rearrange that room so that they can jump down to the back of one of the recliners. That should fix the problem (not that it’ll necessarily encourage them to actually use the tree, but it’s a possibility), but I am NOT pleased that I didn’t notice the issue BEFORE buying it.
Edited to add: I’ve never seen a tree made by Molly and Friends that wasn’t extremely well-made, sturdy, and popular with the cats. The tree in my bedroom is one made by them. I picked it up several years ago at Home Goods for about $200, and it’s been very much worth it. HOWEVER, they tend to be expensive, so I’d keep an eye out for sales on them!
Since kitten season’s heating up and you’ll have some vacancies soon, are you going to get new tenants? I’m very much looking forward to what you have brewing down at Crooked Acres. Your current place did inherit that name, right?
We will definitely be getting new tenants once these guys move along. I like to keep the foster room always occupied.
We’ve been calling this place Shady Cove, but meh. I’m not really feeling that name. I suggested Squirrel’s End to Fred when we first moved in, but he didn’t like it. The way things have been going lately, we ought to call it Chipmunk Abattoir. I guess we’ll stick to Shady Cove for now, but that could change.
What a bunch of stressballs. Honestly, Robyn. Can’t you get them to chill out a little?
No rest for the wicked!
The permanent residents are what we call ghost kitties at my house. You’ve heard about them but seldom see one in real life. Bunny is usually the exception. She marches out, sniffs everyone, rubs her face on their shoes and then decides if they are perhaps worthy to touch her.
I have friends from 10 – 20 years ago that have visited often, yet haven’t ever ‘met’ any of my cats! So, on the plus, they will not throw shade as to “her cats were everywhere… on the counters, on the table, in my chair, on the mantle, etc” (my mom and a collection of her friends came over for ‘tea’ to see my ‘old house’… and I was scared!)… as I get older, I’m pretty sure they’ve come to think I’ve been making it all up and perhaps I’m already going a little astray…(especially when I try to update them on cats and kittens I’ve never met somewhere in Alabama!!!) Bless My Heart!
isn’t it hilarious that we can grow outgoing and friendly fosters and all of our permanent residents think “stranger danger” when people show up?? 🙂
My sister was convinced that this “Baby Mae” cat I kept going on about years ago was just me playing the part of Crazy Cat Lady, and she humoured me. It was years before she actually caught a glimpse of the Elusive Baby Mae. (Or, it could be that my Mae just had more discerning tastes, and didn’t care for this human…*cough**cough*…*ahem*…)
I’m so glad it’s not just my house!
Would whoever sent this banana bed to us please report to me so I can properly thank you? Amazon isn’t telling me a thing.
Someone requested a picture of Charles in his pink harness, so here you go.
We started bringing him downstairs for 10 or 15 minutes at a time in the evening, just to let him explore and to see how he was with the other cats (which is valuable information when you’re trying to adopt out adult cats). At first we kept him attached to a leash, but after some hissy-growly-poofy times, he started relaxing, and now he’s allowed to wander around downstairs with just the harness on (I’m not actually sure why we keep putting the harness on; just habit I guess.) He’s interested in the other cats and doesn’t get aggressive with anyone, but when he gets too close to Kara or Alice, they’ll run away, so he thinks they’re playing and they think they’re being terrorized, so it can get a little screechy on their part. It makes him poof up and get wide-eyed, but he calms down pretty quickly.
I brought Caroline down once, but she kept lying down because of the harness and wouldn’t explore. I meant to keep doing it, but due to innate scatterbrained-ness on my part, I haven’t done it again. I need to!
2018: Don’t they look super innocent? Like they weren’t just smacking and biting at each other?
2017: “You tells him to leave my feet alone or it’s gonna be POW! right in the kisser!”
2016: The Fakers are 12 weeks old.
2015: No entry.
2014: No entry.
2013: “I am but a wee sad kitten who wants only to explore the world,” Puff said sadly.
2012: “WE NEED COOKIE!”
2011: “Dorfy sweepy too. I can haz a snuggle?”
2010: (Hint: SHE is the boss.)
2009: No entry.
2008: No entry.
2007: No entry.
2006: No entry.
2005: Aren’t I nice, taking toys away from our cats for the foster kitties to play with?