If you’ve read our blog for a while or follow us on Facebook, you’ve seen lots of pictures of me and Ruby on our window perch. It’s one of my favorite places to hang out, whether it’s for watching the world go by outside the window, or for a nice long snooze.
Last week, something bad happened to my window perch: Mom found a hole in it! It started out as a tiny little hole, and neither Mom nor I worried much about it, but it got a little bigger every day, and pretty soon, I could stick my hole paw through it. That’s when Mom decided we needed to get a new perch.
I wasn’t all that sure I wanted a new one. After all, I, and all the kitties who came before me, had molded it into a perfect hammock shape, as you can see in this photo. But Mom said that the hole could turn into a hazard. I guess that’s one of those big words humans like to use when they’re worried that something bad might happen to us kitties. Like we’d be silly enough to get our head stuck in that hole. Mom really worries too much.
Anyway, Mom put up the new window perch last week. At first, I wasn’t sure at all I was going to like this. I explored cautiously. It feels really different. But I got used to it pretty quickly, and now I really like it.
In case you’re wondering, Ruby gets to use the perch every once in a while, too, but she knows it’s really my perch. The picture above was taken a few days after she joined our family. You can tell I wasn’t too terribly thrilled about sharing it with her.
After a few days, the new perch is already starting to take on a little bit of a hammock shape, and I figure it won’t be long before I have it molded just right. Mom says it will take a little longer because I’m such a lightweight. The kitties who used it before me, especially Feebee and Amber, weighed much more than I do.
Ingrid’s note: I got the original perch for Feebee in 1984. I’d say I got my money’s worth from it. And of course, you can’t put a price on the endless hours of pleasure it brought Feebee, Amber, Buckley, Allegra and Ruby.