The Catwalk

Our cats, Bernie (aka Berbs/Bubs/Bubba) and Shmoo (aka Moomoos/Moosies/Moops) have a pretty cushy life.  They come and go as they please, chase birds and squirrels around the yard (when and if they feel so inclined), eat as much as they want, and scratch whatever piece of furniture is convenient. Moomoos likes to snuggle up with Clara at night, and Bubs bunks with Trevor. This is how it's been for ages.

Born in mid-January of '98, these cats are no spring chickens. Luckily, Moomoos is still pretty agile, and when Clara's loft bed was built, Moops quickly mastered the loft ladder, so she could climb up into bed. Berbs, on the other hand, is fat.  No two ways about it.  We knew that Trevor's loft would be inaccessable, and Trevor's idea of raising and lowering the cat in a basket, while creative, seemed like it might end badly.  Enter Chad and some lumber.

It is late afternoon.  Both cats are enjoying a rest in Trevor's bed:
Bubba decides to head down for a snack:

He takes a casual stroll along the top of the window:

Steps down easily onto the toy shelf:

And then onto the table:

 

After a quick bite to eat, Bubba can go right back up the way he came to get some more shut-eye.  No doubt he will thank us by coughing up some grass and a furball on the living room carpet. You're welcome, Bubs.