Monday, September 19, 2005
In the race for the world’s highest structure, we present you the Cat’s Towers. The Petronas Towers in Malaysia, the Sears Towers in the US and other mega-structures currently under construction all stand in the shadow of this giant. I put it together myself and it stands in our (temporary) living room since last Saturday. It has 1000 parking spaces underground, a business lounge on the first floor (that’s the second floor to Americans), luxurious apartments on the second floor, a fitness room in the middle of the building, and a promenade deck on top with an excellent view on the city.
I always thought that buying a luxury climbing post for your cats was a bit over the top. Something only those people who give their cat fresh foie-gras and let them inherit their entire fortune do. But now I realise, it’s either a luxury climbing post or your furniture. Our carpets are getting pretty thin here and there, and we’ve only got the damn cats four months. I suspect they’re trying to dig a tunnel to escape. I read somewhere on a website, that if your cat does things it’s not supposed to, a radical but guaranteed successful trick is to spray water on them. They’ll never do it again! Unfortunately, our cats are the only ones in the world that are not only water proof, but that actually seem to like it. One time or another, they’ll just take out their shampoo and ask to spray a little higher and more to the left.
So in a furniture-preserving effort, we drove to the pet shop to buy a climbing/scratching post with multiple levels, its own carpets that they can scratch as much as they like and many other possibilities for play and general mayhem. We got a 40 Euro reduction because it was a showroom model, and this was also the reason why we had to take it apart in the shop. And we forgot one of the – central – parts. And I didn’t notice before we got home, after a half hour drive through dense weekend traffic. So back to the shop it was, trying to remember if we had taken it out of the shop or not, and if not it probably meant it was still lying on the sidewalk or in the gutter. Which was luckily not the case. But anyhow, all’s well that ends well, and now we have this giant thing in the middle of the room, next to our bedroom door.
I wonder how long it will take before one of the little devils jumps in my neck first thing in the morning when I leave the bedroom, still barely aware of my surroundings.