MY Cat Tree! Mine!

Hey!? What is everyone doing on my big tall furry tree? Grandma sent it for ME! I guess I will allow Shelby and Leona to use it...but if I don't like it I will poke at them with my giant paw until they get down and I get all the levels to myself. I am trying to find a way to use all the levels at once. This means I have to move around a lot. But that's what I do anyway. I can't stop moving. Unless I'm under the couch scaring mom into thinking I've collapsed and will never come out. Then she puts her hand under to find me and I ATTACK!

The Move

HI!!! MY NAME IS JACK! I don't care where we live, as long as I can find stuff to do. So far I have found that I can freak my moms out by hiding under the couch for hours. I love the hallway and I love to throw litter out of the box onto the white carpet. This is not an easy thing to do. The white carpet is a long way from the box. But I can kick hard. I still have the wire inbox at the end of mom's desk to curl up in. And, hey, they brought the scratching post and perch! I had escaped a couple of times at the old place--one time I made it a whole ten feet before mom grabbed me. This really freaks mom out. Haahahahahah. I have tried to get out the front door here too. Just what is out there and why can't I go? Waaaaaa. I hate it when moms won't let me do WHATEVER I WANT. Cats should be allowed to do WHATEVER THEY WANT.