As everyone who has had a cat for a long time knows, toys, locations and food come and go in fashion. What was once popular is no longer, and what was shunned from the moment it arrived becomes a treasured possession.
There was a time when the cylinder-house cat-tree was a favourite resort of both Renn and Cammie. The latter has not been in it for years, and my big boy had avoided it for a long time, as well. Then, a couple of weeks ago, I noticed Tucker in the cylinder-house. He had jumped up there on but one previous occasion, possibly just to show himself that he could do it. The cat-tree was thereafter ignored. Now, however, he is up there for long periods each day, sometimes spending the night inside.
As if that were not enough, Renn apparently noticed Tucker’s interest in the cylinder-house, and it renewed his own. Now, they are sharing time in the snug little abode. That’s fine with me. I just wish I would remember that the spot is once more in use when I am trying to conduct a worried head-count before bedtime, or leaving for work.