We love our cat tree. The head peep made it herself more than fifteen years ago, and it has traveled thousands of miles and belonged to two generations of cats. The sisal on it doesn’t last forever, though. We have been complaining for a while that it was time to give us fresh sisal for our claws. We just can’t get a good grip in it when it looks like this.
And the patch job the head peep did on the other leg was really starting to unravel.
The rug on the platforms needs replacing, too, but we don’t want to push our luck. We have been lobbying for the sisal to be upgraded. And this was the big day!
So off came nearly all of the original sisal, all the way down to the wood. You can see that our cat tree is actually made of landscape timbers. Those make the tree much heavier than the ones you see at your local pet store. It was obviously not built with the idea of having to move it in and out of upper-floor apartments.
There was a lot of sisal rope, hot glue, some u-nails, and a few HBO words. And then…. nice, fresh scratching sisal, rising four feet on the highest riser.
Inspector Newton: I’m going to get some serious use out of this as soon as you turn that camera off.
Newton: Woo-hoo, this has FEATHERS!
Newton: And it’s mine, Ashton. Don’t get any ideas.
Ashton: I’m way over here, don’t mind me.
Newton: I see the way that you’re looking at my toy. You can’t have it.
Ashton: I don’t want it. You put mancat slobber on it already.
Newton: Mine. All mine!
Newton: Excuse us. My feather toy need some privacy over here.
We hope you have some fun this Caturday, too!
When Newton was a little kitten, his favorite toy in the world was Pierre, and Pierre thought Newton was a lot of fun, too.
It didn’t matter that Newton was one-third of Pierre’s size. He gave as good as he got.
Even as a kitten, Newton had some serious moves!
Newton may have been the best cat toy ever for Pierre, at least until he grew up to be bigger than Pierre is.