When we picked up the kitties from their vacation kitty spa, we learned that Bo had spent most of his time in the tip-top of their enclosure, in the bump-out perch that overlooked the hallway.
Marcello, being a shy guy, hid behind the kitty perch. But we did see him get in some super fast climbing action.
And it was at that point that I caved on one of my long-standing biases: we bought them a monster kitty tree.
I've always been against having a carpeted kitty tree taking over my living room. Much like how I didn't have a tv in there until a few years ago.
But I realized that I was being a bad kitty mom. They can't go outside, and without a kitty tree, I was having to chase the off my stereo and dresser and desk. This was my concession to their need to climb and scratch and tower over us.
Of course, after we rented the City Carshare and drug it home, we realized that only with great effort and high potential for bodily harm (to them or to us) could they launch themselves into the highest perch on the tree. And thus: we bought the second shorter tree as a stairway to the big tree.
That's right — I went from not wanting a kitty tree at all to having two of them taking up a prominent corner of my living room. But in the end, I know it was the right thing to do.
They spend a bnch of their time playing, climbing and scratching on the trees. And, as seen here, snoozing too of course.
My inner minimalist will cringe as she looks at this carpet-covered monstrosity, but as long as it makes the kitty babies happy, and isn't shredded into bits, it's staying. The things we do for love.