Scratching posts

My humans went to Sydney last weekend, ostensibly to go and buy some furniture at Ikea and left me in the cat motel.

It wasn't that nice, even if the motel people did let me out for a run and came and talked to me, because there was a nasty spitty hairy cat in the next cage.

However my humans did come and collect me and seem glad to have me back. They also bought me a couple of cat toys and this rather fine hidey hole cum scratching post which means I can hide in the lounge room out of sight and leap out at them when they go upstairs to the kitchen ...