Jordan had had enough. The scratches on the couches didn't do it. The uninvited table guests during dinner didn't do it. The growing number of loops popping up in the rug didn't do it. The TV nearly toppling over every time it doubled as a jungle gym didn't do it.
It was the speakers. The cats kept jumping on the speakers. And Jordan thought was just...not...fair.
Jordan bought them a distraction: a new cat tree. Cat climbing devices are expensive as it is, and in Manhattan they're even pricier. They take up room and need to be assembled. Instead, Jordan bought a super duper cat tree online for the price of a little one in the city.
It came in a box.
There were lovely things inside, like scratching poles that needed to be tested - for safety reasons of course.
The cat tree's cubby hole was squished in the box, and to save room, some parts were placed inside it. That didn't stop Apollo. He wanted that cubby.
It was an awfully small hole. Could he do it?
The dooraway might be a bit tight.
But the window shows promise. First the head...
Then the body...
Just the tail left...
He fits! Now just to turn around.
Done! Begin attack procedures.
Here comes an unsuspecting victim now.
Chula begins cautiously to approach the fortress from the top.
Maybe a direct attack?
That won't do. Instead Chula sits and waits on top.
Well that's no fun, might as well come out. But Chula's sitting above the window, which means the only way to get out without being attacked is to go out the tight fitting door.
Complications arise. Chula sits amused.
Oh look, he got another inch out.
This might take some time. Apollo feigns a nap to make it look like everything's under control and he's only there because he wants to be. Chula doesn't buy it.
He made it out this time, but Chula is reassured that Apollo is an idiot.
