My husband doesn't do leisure very well so, now that he's officially on vacation because his clients are off for the holidays, he decided he needed a major project. A friend had told me of her success with a cat tree as a way to get a recently rescued cat to spend the night quietly instead of waking them up at the wee hours (which Hamlet is fond of doing ever since he joined our household), so my husband decided he'd make a cat tree. And he did. However, Hamlet hasn't taken to the tree at all. Instead, Darwin has claimed it as his particular lion's perch.
Hamlet, on the other hand, has claimed one of Lizzy's balls as his own and he loves to take out all his frustrations against the ball, or against the edges of area rugs, or against the corners of doors. He is one weird and very vocal cat (a colleague joked that he lived up to his name by his many solliloquies).
My husband doesn't do leisure very well so, now that he's officially on vacation because his clients are off for the holidays, he decided he needed a major project. A friend had told me of her success with a cat tree as a way to get a recently rescued cat to spend the night quietly instead of waking them up at the wee hours (which Hamlet is fond of doing ever since he joined our household), so my husband decided he'd make a cat tree. And he did. However, Hamlet hasn't taken to the tree at all. Instead, Darwin has claimed it as his particular lion's perch.
Hamlet, on the other hand, has claimed one of Lizzy's balls as his own and he loves to take out all his frustrations against the ball, or against the edges of area rugs, or against the corners of doors. He is one weird and very vocal cat (a colleague joked that he lived up to his name by his many solliloquies). 
He is a beautiful cat, nonetheless. And so is Darwin. And Magellan. And Lizzy is a cutie pie. OK, so you didn't expect me to be objective about my furry children, right? 
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