My poor cat, Spooky, is such a long-suffering girl. She really puts up with a lot from the dogs. They are constantly trying to eat her food, get into her littler box (sometimes while she's in it!), chase her around the house, destroy her little felt mice, and just generally make her life less than ideal. She, however, is patient, loving and sweet. She has all of her claws, and rarely uses them on the basenjis, although they definitely would deserve it if she did. She can even be caught cuddling with them when its cold.
My mom gave me a cat tower for Spooky. Its a couple of feet of the ground, carpeted for use as a scratch pad, with some attached toys and an oval seating area on top. When I first set it up in our Savannah apartment, it was in front of the living room window. Spooky would sit and gaze at the world, and enjoy her tower. It wasn't 2 full weeks before Callie figured out it was a nice size for a basenji, and Spooky graciously shared with her.
Now, in my Ohio apartment, the tower is set up in front of a bedroom window on the side of the house that the sun hits. So for most of the day, there's a nice sunbeam on the tower. I also have the humidifier set up a couple of feet behind it. I just walked into the bedroom to find Callie AND Lola crammed into the tower, enjoying their own personal spa. Poor Spooky was huddled in a corner of the living room floor.
Spooky deserves some sort of medal.