Mason Canyon has a new cat tree. This is not a tree that grows cats, but a toy for her cats to climb on to have some feline fun.
It looks like fun.
For a moment or twenty (and because I think way too much) when I read her post, I wanted to be a cat and play on that tree. I even thought about what I might do with a tree like that. Then, being fed up with my thoughts running rampant, I asked my wondering mind, “Why…why would you like to play on that cat tree?” This is what I told me.
1. I’m jealous of cats that lay in high places--sunning.
2. I would like to bring out my claws occasionally and sprint up a cat tree.
3. I would like to be at the top and look down on the silly people and give a cat smirk.
4. I would like to go in the dark places and hide when life get’s stressful…you know when dogs try to rule.
5. I would like to see how long I could hang by my claws if I went over the edge.
6. I would take all my toys to the top of the cat tree away from the humans who want to steal them, just to put them back in the toy basket again.
7. And while I'm at the top, I would see if I could jump and hit the ceiling or—or aim for the ceiling fan.
8. I would like to jump down on a human head and innocently say, “Me-ouch, did I do that?”
9. Finally, I would sit on the highest shelf of the cat tree basking in the knowledge that humans only exist to serve the cat kingdom.
I thought some more on having a cat's life: playing, sleeping for hours, having someone provide my every meal, and oozing indifference to humans. What a life!
Then, I decided I didn’t want to be a cat after all, I couldn’t handle the fur licking.