Oh, how I can relate!
My cat, Delaney, is a climber. And, me? Well, I'm her kitty jungle gym, of course
My first experience meeting Delaney was at the local animal shelter. I had seen her photo on Petfinder and knew that she was going to be the kitten for me. Since my other cat, Cassidy, has a dominant, yet easy-going, personality, I needed a cat who could match her personality and not back down from her. Delaney was it. And any reservations I had upon meeting her and bringing her home were squashed when I was first introduced to the bundle of fur!
Since she had been spayed the day earlier, she had not yet been placed on the adoption floor. That being said, I had put a hold on her and was shocked when I went into the cat room and realized that she was not there. So, of course, I frantically went up to a shelter worker. He told me that she was, in fact, still available and within minutes he returned from the veterinary hold room...with a teensy brown and white tabby kitten riding on his shoulder! And when he walked up to me and Delaney jumped from his shoulder to mine the deal was sealed. And the rest is history...
Delaney still thinks I am her personal cat tree. Forget bending down to rummage through a dresser drawer unless you want a cat to take a ride on your back, forget walking through a doorway that has a high table or counter next to it unless you want to wear a cat as a hat, and forget trying to ever take a shower or bath unless you want another scar of cat scratches up your legs, abdomen, and shoulders to add to your ever-growing collection. But, really, what's another deep wound when there's a furry ball of love always waiting to show you love, attention, and admiration