A cat-tree post, to be precise.
I had planned to call this post,
"Behold, the cat-tree" , but Sky came up with a title more clever.
I've mentioned before that our cat, Oliver, believes our children to be his litter-mates. He sleeps with them, which was cute...until we moved the girls up into their new sleeping loft
I doubted this would fit...
-which right now has a temporary ladder, which Oliver cannot navigate. He was very upset...and then after some difficulty assisting him up and down, he was quite "put out". Sky got a kick, watching him flounce out of the house with his ears laid back, as it were- shaking the dust off his feet on the way out. Cats do not like things changed in their house. And, they do not like noise. We've had quite a bit out all that, with the construction.
Oh, ye of little faith and geometry skills
Nothing he purposes should surprise me.
He continues to amaze me.
And, I was surprised he has such a soft-spot for the cat. He is not a pet person and once remarked, after the cat had unknowingly to Sky, fallen asleep on his legs...and Sky woke up in the morning and without fore-malice flung the cat across the room into a wall...his remark was, "You know it's going to be a great day when you've flung the cat into a wall!"
Behold, the cat-tree!
My husband is amazing.
The construction on the wall is built-in bookshelves and a window seat he is working on.
Can you keep a secret?
Sky is fond of the cat. And, he talks to him.