I swore we would never bring one into our house, but I caved, and came home from the pet store with one of those giant, carpeted cat towers.
I know it's not pretty, and it's huge, and it doesn't blend well with our vintage tastes, but the cats love it. And I know there are prettier cat tower options out there, but they're just as huge, more expensive, and still don't blend in.
I drug the tower into the house and parked it in the center of the living room for a moment while I caught my breath. Wylla ran over, sniffed it, scratched it, scaled it, and perched herself on the top tier. Then Bean sauntered in and joined Wylla on the tower. It was an instant hit.
We moved the tower upstairs and this is where it will live. The girls do most of their romping upstairs, so it makes sense to keep it there.
It's ALMOST the same color as the walls upstairs, so it kind of fades away.
Still, it's not pretty, and it's huge.
But the cats love it. And in the end, that's what really matters, right?