The tree bent low to the bed screaming in violent protest. Semi-comatose mother bolts upright to save the tree just as the phone begins its shrill ringing. Mother, accompanied by Caesar and Sheba underfoot, begins the frantic dash through the jungle attempting to locate the ringing phone. The phone often brings offers of money. Money, a valuable commodity, buys the toys scattered across the floors, hidden behind plants, and tucked into the deep recesses of gigantic pots that serve as launching points onto the trees above.
Money brings towering climbing platforms with cool little houses on top into every room of the home.
Of course however popular these man made trees may be they cannot replace the thrill of conquering the real thing. Ah the phone does bring money this morning. But no this means mother must now sit in front of the computer for hours on end, neglecting the kittens need for those hours of nonstop play. Caesar and Sheba ever full of feline resourcefulness begin their stalk of the jungle. The jungle spreading from the creeping ground cover to the heights of the cathedral ceilings calls constantly to Caesar and Sheba.