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While Ted and I have offered to go flying with various friends, we haven’t actually taken many trips with additional passengers (which is kinda sad). When a couple of my friends recently brought up the topic of going flying I decided that this time we’d actually try to make it work.

So I asked TT where she wanted to go for her first flight, and she said “The Cat’s House.”

The Cat’s House is a private residence in San Diego, which is home to a couple of artists, a dog, and 11 cats. What makes their home unique is the manner in which they’ve decorated/altered it, for the comfort and enjoyment of their cats and the delight of cat-lovers everywhere:

Since 1987, our time has been spent altering the 1950’s Southern California tract house to satisfy the needs of the cats. We’re always a “work in progress.” Over one hundred feet of elevated walkway has been constructed to allow our felines to pass through walls and frolic overhead. Home is where our cats roam.

It’s really quite bewildering. There are feline-themed tchotchkes everywhere. Literally. They cram shelves and curio cabinets, are nailed to walls, dangle from ceilings, and cover floors and surfaces in every room. I mean, I like cats and all, and I really enjoyed our visit, but living in a house like this seems as though it would be challenging.

Still, TT and I got to thinking about how cool it would be to have catwalks in ourhomes, with little “mouse hole” tunnels through the walls and kitties pattering overhead…