Like any self-respecting beauty, I like to keep my nails neat...and then I jump off of mom's lap and she says something like, "Whoa. Gotta trim those nails." Ugh. I just get them to where I like them and she lops off the ends. Intrudes on my personal space...oh look. Treats. Never mind. What was I saying?
Oh yeah. My nails. Mom provides us a place to scratch but we do tend to use the back of her recliner where it's up against the wall a little too much. So, she decided to get us something a bit more sturdy than those cardboard things that don't last very long and seem to attract a lot of dust.
There was some assembly required, which is always humorous to watch, from the corner behind the plant stand.
Mom did a good job of attaching the post to the base and then she put it on the floor for us ...
to ignore, just like we ignored the big box her new printer came in. Oh I used the box for a month but it no longer interests me. Mom was sad but we need to get used to new.
After a few hours, I decided to check this thing out.
Needs more Pilchard on it, that's for sure. And, oh, what's this?
Hey, those dangly things can be batted around and they don't go under the recliner! Well now, a girl could get used to this.
But wait. Here's the best part.
The box it came in.
See you next week.
Pilchard