The cat-tree topped with the cylinder was downstairs in the house. I brought it to the apartment but was not sure that I would keep it, as space would be limited in the new home. Other than my temporary foster-cat, Noah, only Cammie used the cylinder-house. She liked to resort to it when she wanted to be away from the others, especially if she was under the weather. None of the other cats frequented the basement except to use the litter-boxes, so the princess could retreat to solitude there.
Now, there is no basement, and Cammie has already found the isolation of the area beneath the bed to be comforting. The cylinder-house, therefore, I thought would be unused. I was wrong.
Never having so much as scratched at this cat-tree previously, Renn has developed a swift and deep fondness for it. I can’t imagine that the interior of the cylinder is comfortable for any cat, never mind one the size of my big boy. And yet he can be found there quite often now. Consequently, I am loathe to remove this new-found haunt, especially since, in the apartment, there are fewer places for the cats to enjoy.
The cylinder-house is in the short corridor, next to the bookcase that faces the front door. It is certainly not in the way, but neither is it an attractive piece of decor to be seen as soon as one enters. However, I am not one to cater to mere humans who come to visit, even though they may be my friends, or even to the human who lives in the apartment and pays the bills…
So the cylinder-house will remain, to give Renn a place in which he can contemplate his now-smaller though still interesting world. It will provide my scientist a novel venue, a different perspective, something which will allow further fuel to fire his active imagination.
And it’s a neat place for him to snooze, too.