When our own little feral kitty, Jiro, was first rescued from our back yard, where he was eating bread crusts, George and our daughter build the kitty palace for him. It’s a cage, but it’s roughly a triangle, six feet on a side. It has small, triangular shelf, another set of shelves, and a cat tree my daughter built. And – the best feature – two large windows. The Jiro Palace.
It took over three months, but Jiro the wild kitty turned into Jiro the friendly kitty, and no longer needed his palace. Now his place is on the heating pad on my bed, or playing “box,” or stirring up chase games with Misha, “his” kitten. Here’s Jiro today:
Today we moved Sylvie to her new home in the Jiro Palace. The babies were transported in their shallow box, and Mama just trotted after. In the new space, she left them sleeping and explored. She seems quite content there, and loves having windows to look out. Welcome to your new home, everyone!