It occurred to me that in the two and a half months in which Portia has lived in the Cosy Apartment, she has never been on any of the cat-trees. I think she may not have had any in her previous home, though I would have thought she’d climb the ones here just from curiosity. I decided to place her on one.
Po’s reaction was one of mild interest. She sat on the top platform of the lower cat-tree in the sitting room and looked out the glass door. She stayed there for about half an hour, then dropped down to the floor. She has not climbed up on her own in the several days since.
I get the feeling that if she could speak, her words on the occasion would have been something like, “Well, yes, I suppose…”