Now I don't mean to complain. I'm happy to do these things for her (us).
The last thing she asked was to bring into the house a tall cat tree that hasn't been used for years. It's in pretty ratty condition but the cats loved it once upon a time and the small scratching post in the house is in even worse condition.
So with some exertion unfit for a man of my years I brought the abominable thing in.
She told me to place it sort of over by the window and once I got it in place she said "that's perfect."
As I was leaving the room, knowing what I'd see, I glanced back over my shoulder.
Yep! SWMBO moved it. About a quarter of an inch. Oh, well, whatever makes her happy.
A minute or so later she came by my den to tell me that within five seconds Blackwell had jumped up into the cubbyhole in the tree.
He stayed put while I grabbed a couple of pictures. Looks like he's found his spot. At least for a short time until he grows bored with it.
At least it's better than the bathroom vanity. As I was walking down the hall this morning he came on a dead run, slipped into the bathroom and leaped up to the vanity right in front of me.
I yelled "Hey!" and he jumped down and took off for another part of the house.
Just happy that I'm awake, I guess.
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In Boston our neighbor in our building hand a nice big old Tabby cat. If we left our door open a crack, the big fat girl would sneak in and claim our bathroom sink. Only the cat-gods know why.
Bruce, good for you. Don't over do it.
Carpet Sculpture!
I don't think the thing looks ratty, it looks pretty good...except it should be move to the left about a quarter of an inch.
I hope Blackwell enjoys his new home, and doesn't tire of it.
The exertion was probably good for you.
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