Wow, that's impressive. My cats, none of them, ever, have appreciated any of the additional architectural features I've provided for them. The only time an addition was successful was when someone else nailed a board to the wall. Right now I've got two different cat beds in the house, neither of which has ever been used, despite changes of location, staying in the same place, being in the place he wants to be, feliway spray, sprinkled catnip, one of my socks..... Nope.
Anyway.
In another thread I detailed the makings of a lovely Negroni. And I'm currently listening to my light-up music whilst preparing myself to go out to see a huge bunch of old-time pals from before-the-divorce, and the Ex's current squeeze. And some one who might-but-might-not for me. It's all fine, y'know, but.
So I came upstairs to get sorted, and One-eyed-cat is a-snoozin on the bed. He's not an especial fan of music, this I know. And this in enormous contrast to Bitch-cat-from-hell, who loved music so much that she'd sit in front of the speakers and purr, or actually attack the music system if she didn't like what I was playing. Seriously. She'd reach in the back of the turntable cover and knock the arm off the record, or try to gouge out the front of the CD loader. It wasn't random. She knew what she liked. A human musical person of her acquaintanceship would heed her opinion: if she walked out the room, it weren't no good and needed more work, if she stayed to listen, it was alright.
Or FatCatLableBoss cat, who actually got writing credits on a No.1 LP after walking along a keyboard for a couple of songs, and really did get a label named after him.
But One-eyed-cat, he don't like rock an' roll. So I see his ears turned back, and I'm thnking - and he's thinking the same - that either he or me will end up giving in and going away.
So I didn't go away. So he did, via the open window, but not before stopping to deliberately knock over my tall long Negroni into my sock drawer. I saw him do it! He stopped to do it!
Bastard.