When Jan opened the box and saw all the parts to be assembled, she started to panic. (She's not too handy with the tools, in case you haven't figured that out yet.) Here is Sam guarding the box in case a Cat Tree burglar breaks in.
With the help of a magnifying glass for her old eyes, the diagram showing where all the parts belonged and a long lunch break, the Cat Tree began to take shape. Of course about the time she started working on level four she figured out she'd missed the two washers on level two and had to start taking it apart and redoing it.(That was really entertaining!)
It is a really nice cat condo. The beige faux fur is so soft and comfortable to lie on. The posts are sisal rope which is great for sharpening our claws. We have a hammock, a "cave," and several balconies to choose from.
As Funny Farm matriarch, I have moved my "throne" onto the 3rd level -- or the 4th or even the 2nd, if I so desire -- and spend much of my time looking down on my subjects. I have decimated the hanging ball of yarn already. It was so convenient to not have to bat toys around the floor. I have already let Jan know she needs to replace it with another toy for my pleasure. And if any of the other felines wish to play with it, I am willing to share.
Okay, I am exaggerating just a little. I don't actually have a throne or any subjects, only siblings, but we do love this cat tree. Yesterday Jan tightened all the bolts as the directions said to do so we will stay safe. She was a bit concerned about the tree tipping over onto the television set or the computer, especially since this old floor is not flat. Everything in the house leans forward. But the tree is heavy and appears to be sturdy enough to not be affected by our climbing around on it. As you will notice in the photos below, all the Funny Farmer Felines are quite satisfied with it..
Eventually Jan got the Cat Tree put together. She sprinkled a little catnip on it and Percy was the first to check it out.
And then I joined him.
Cameron climbed onto the desk to take a good sniff of the new tree.
Cyndi headed for the top deck.
Buddy and Sam aren't into nip but they came by to check out our new roost too.
Cameron and I watch as Percy curls up in the cave. Hmmm. A good fit.
Here we have (from bottom) Cameron, Percy, me (Cotton) and Cyndi. Rusty wasn't sure it was safe to join us because he's dog-size.
But when the tree is empty, Rusty tries level 3 for size. Comfy!
And, oh, yes, we can't forget our largest feline, the Floppy Eared Hound Cat. (That's one of our old scratching posts on the left.)
Ah, such comfort. Just Buddy's size. Zzzzzzz.
Shhh, Buddy is sleeping, so I'll quietly say good night. Have a purring and tail wagging day.