Yesterday, the nice UPS man came driving up. He’s the same driver who was here Friday evening when we were getting ready to go to the game. I’d be real happy if we could have him every day but I’m sure we won’t. Mr. Grump will be back!
Anyway, guess what the nice UPS guy told me? We were talking about the football game here Friday night. Everyone in this area talks high school football from August til . . when does it end . . November??
I’m having a hard time getting to the point . . and this is not even part of the cat bungalow story except that he delivered it! He told me that his niece was one of the cheerleaders on Friday Night Lights! Isn’t life out here in these woods just amazing? I learn so much when I’m least expecting to learn anything!
The UPS guy said “That looks like a very nice cat bungalow!” and I said “If you’ll take the cat, I’ll give you the bungalow too!” but he wouldn’t and I wouldn’t have even if he’d said he would have.
Vince put it together. I was kinda expecting Boots to think it was the best thing since sliced bread . . but then he probably knows nothing about sliced bread. He was interested but not overly thrilled with it.
We moved the longarm farther from the wall and put the bungalow in front of the window. It should be much better to climb up the steps of the bungalow than going up the drywall with his claws . . that’s what I would think. He would probably have been way more interested if he didn’t already have those three deep windows where he sits to look out. On one of the windows, he gets there by hopping onto the ironing board and then into the window. On the second window, he climbs onto a sewing machine and then hops into the window but this one, he really was having to climb straight up the wall . . which didn’t bother him nearly as much as seeing the claw marks in the drywall bothers me.
I would have made this room larger had I known how many toys and bungalows and other stuff it takes to try to entertain a cat.