So on the one hand, it's probably some form of public service to immediately let visitors know that yes, a crazy person lives here.
On the other hand, I'm totally HA HA-ing myself, Nelson style right now. What a dork. Look at how it's trying to blend in with the furniture all casual-like.
(I am also simultaneously fretting about the corner placement, because I bet they'd rather have it in front a window or sliding door. But then you don't even need to come inside to know that the pets run this bitch.)
Beau is both casually ignoring the influx of Cat Stuffs while also eyeing me like he knows something's up.
(Their foster mom texted me a whole slew of new pictures, including them in a big ol' cuddle pile with her dog. I'm getting a cuddle pile guyzzz!!!!)
Ike and Ezra, however, are OBSESSED with the cat tower and seem particularly entranced by the string of dangling balls. Um. Okay. Guess I've been overthinking Christmas. If the cats like it half as much as my human children do I'll consider it a worthy, yet still utterly ridiculous, purchase.
(Monday is Catday! And they have names! Jason and kid-approved names that will come as a surprise to absolutely no one who knows us even a little tiny bit.)