Because, yep, that’s what this post is about.
Ignore the cat hair on the ottoman—look at the pretty kitty instead!
Kitty boy on the floor.
His preferred floor-space is actually the threshold of the bathroom:
Trickster, however, almost always prefer a higher plane:
Coolin’ her armpit.
Another high spot:
Trickster looking down on us all.
That shelf, alas, is no more. It was a great place for Trickster to escape Jasper, but one day I came home and the wall brace had been torn out.
I think Jasper probably tried to leap up to it and the combination of his weight and the jump was too much for the bracket.
I may try to rig an alternative up for Trickster—she really does need a place to get away from Jasper-in-fightin’-mode—but in the meantime, she and the kitty boy are sharing (alternately) this:
Yes, I constructed a dresser from wine boxes—perfect for my (de-jewel-cased) cds. It used to sit in my living room, topped off by my mini-stereo, but as I was trying to free up space in the main room, I thought I’d see if it would work to put it in my bedroom.
It works, and the cats dig it.
Anwyay, it’s been awhile, and I didn’t want you to forget how gorgeous my kitties are.