When my human brother was here with my nephew, they played and played with me. Especially the youngest one. I loved it. I played so much for that week and a day that I slept hard for almost 24 hours after they left except for meals and the box of course. Here is the strange thing. I just refuse to use my cat tree any more.
Mom rubbed catnip on it..sprayed it with catnip..gently placed me on it, played with my favorite fevver wand on it to tempt me and I come down within a second.
Nothing bad happened on it. Matter of fact this is where they played with me each evening. The tree is here in the computer room and if we gathered here, my nephew bean would get the fevvers and I would scramble around on the tree, in and out of the holes like a monkey playing. That last evening they were here was the last time I have voluntarily gone to it. I now just lay on the floor next to mama while she is working in here but never go to my tree. I will scratch the carpeting on the tree but I won't climb or get on at all. Or I'll go lay on the floor in the spare room...or perhaps on mamma's bed maybe on my blankie..maybe just on the sheets. Am I sads that they have gone do you think?
Mom plays with me every day same as she always has and I play with her too but still...I wonder if I miss my visitors.
Mom is still marveling at how I glisten with healthy furs. She hopes to be able to capture that gleam one day to show you.
The vishus deer ate all the birdie food so my TV was off for two days! I think mom oughtta be fired, I really mean it.