Report from the Tower

It's been a year and a half since I drug the cat tower home from the pet store .  Bean has enjoyed the tower from day one, and naps on it all the time.  Wylla's interest comes and goes, but recently, she's been spending nearly as much time there as Charlene.

They have their assigned spots:  Wylla can be found on the top floor and Bean prefers the level just below.

We rearranged the furniture upstairs, and now our bed is under the window and just to the left of the cat tower.  Wylla loves running across the room and up onto the bed, and will leap to the tower, then scramble to the top like a mad little monkey.

Charlene has a slower approach and usually stretches and scratches a bit before doing a pull-up, and climbing onto her favorite tier.

Both of the cats usually sleep on the bed with us at night, but sometimes in the wee hours,  they'll climb into the tower and watch the night. On more than one occasion I've woke up to see two pairs of eyes watching down on me.  I think they feel powerful looming above us.  Furry overlords.

For aesthetic reasons, I'm still not a huge fan of the tower, but as long as it continues to bring joy to the girls, we'll keep it.  

Gotta keep the cats happy, you know!