Our floor-to-ceiling cat tree snapped off below the top platform when we moved it to put the Christmas tree up. Yikes! But the new one came today. Sixty pounds of cat tree for us to haul upstairs.
Once we’d recovered from that, the fun began.
Then the remnants of the old cat tree got moved to the bedroom next to the wardrobe, enabling top-of-wardrobe kitty access. Also very exciting, even if I had to wake Mo from her nap and carry her in to see it.
At which point we tossed them all out on the balcony so we could finish before Christmas Eve rolls around.
Currently, everyone is peacefully sleeping in the tree. The bells are chiming gently as Mo moves in her sleep while I drink eggnog and enjoy the Christmas tree’s lights.