That cat must be declawed! Mine would joyfully shred that very cute item.
Speaking of claws, I need to see if Tom the Son can come over today to help cut Jake’s claws and give both cats their flea drops.
My guy has scimitar twaws that make a velociraptor’s look dinky. Oddly enough he only shreds his cardboard scatcher. His late bro used to like to carve the furniture. We were able to protect the upholstery, and he begrudgingly used the scratcher, but I frequently caught him staring longingly at the couch and wingchairs.
Cat-sitting takes on a whole different tenor when you have to call in the Brute Squad to get it done.