We’re not huge cat-toy buyers. Our cats aren’t terribly interested in gee-whizzery, and the Kitty Can’t Cope Sack represents the pinnacle of technology to them. Milo’s favorite toy, when he’s not getting his kitty buzz on, is a crumpled receipt (and his zeal for pursuing them, even in an uncrumpled state, makes entering expenses into Quicken an exercise that would impress the Flying Wallendas). We are well aware that for the feline imagination a cardboard box is a castle, a TARDIS, and a treehouse all in one.
So why we were enticed by a $5 IKEA nylon cat-hut, I don’t know. But I’m happy we didn’t listen to our wiser voices for once. The thing’s a hit at our house, and for some reason we find it endlessly amusing to find our cat-family enjoying its cozy Swedish vibe.
Simon a/k/a "Big Papi" (for his increasingly strong resemblance to David Ortiz ):
Little Milo, happily sharing space with several Kitty Can’t Copes:
Dash, examining the environs:
…and deciding that he draws the line at sharing.
