In the old house, the cylinder-topped cat-tree was in the basement, in the small lobby between the staircase and the library. I don’t recall Renn using it much, though he may have resorted to it now and then. Principally, though, it was Cammie’s little retreat. She would go there when she wanted to be away from the other cats (I’m surprised she didn’t live in the cylinder-house, actually) and when she was feeling poorly.
Since we moved to the new apartment, Cammie has ignored the cylinder-house, and Renn swiftly made it his own. He loves curling up there and snoozing, and even eating there. Lately, however, I noticed the princess looking up at the cylinder once in a while. And then, on Friday, I was passing through the corridor and saw this.
Cammie stayed there for about half an hour, but she didn’t sleep. As relaxed as she appeared, she seemed still to be remembering the feel of it. I am surprised that she tolerated the big boy’s smell, as well as all the fur he has left in there. (When I cleaned it during my holidays, I recovered enough for a new cat; I think it's time to do it again.) She left later but was up again in time for the soft-food snack, which she ate in the cylinder-house.
I was waiting for Renn to make a running leap into the cylinder, as he does sometimes, only to be greeted by a startled and enraged princess but, thankfully, that never happened. Cammie hasn’t been up there again since, but she knows that it’s there for her, whenever Renn isn’t using it, so it makes for another cozy spot, especially with the cold months coming.
Sometimes, re-discovering an old friend is as enjoyable as making a new one.