Reagan, from the moment we became cat owners, has been begging to make either a cat tower or a cat house for Senia. While Rob and I were in Nashville, and the boys in Marquette for a cross country meet, Grandpa and Reagan finally did just that. Behold. The two-story cat condo. The bottom one was supposed to be for Gunnar, but he's too fat to fit, and the cat moved into it anyway.




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