The dolls house

I was watching Artur’s antics this morning and realised that I have created a dolls house for him.   The end set of shelves of my potting shed do not serve much of a purpose for plants. Nay, they are Artur’s playground.

He works his way up and down the shelves according to the weather.

On the top shelf is his lair when it’s wet. It is the closest to the polycarbonate roof and gives him a touch of extra warmth in cold weather.   He works his way up via some rather agile leaps and then climbs into the old wine box on the top shelf.   It is lined with an old cashmere sweater and it the perfect cat size.

In warmer weather he takes to the middle box – also suitably lined. But when it starts to heat up and I have forgotten to open all the windows to cool things down he yowls and complains and heads for the lowest shelf.

He has a choice of two boxes: neither of which really suit him.

The one on the lower left quadrant is an Irish potato ricer. And a bit rickety for him as it rocks a bit when he purrs.   And it’s a bit small.

But even smaller is the wooden trug that I have placed on the lower right shelf.   He has to contort himself to get in and is often bothered by the handle.

He is probably more bothered by me.   I will insist on creeping up on him to to take a picture of him and wake him up.