My Review of 71″ Faux Fur Cat Tree in Navy Blue

Originally submitted at Pets by CSN


  • Hanging tunnel
  • Ramp
  • Constructed of pressed wood
  • Covered with navy blue faux fur
  • Easy to assemble with step by step instruction and tools
  • Overall Dimensions: 71" H x 30" W x 32" L
  • Base Dimensio…

Lovely product

By Miss Peeb’s Mommy from Chicago on 7/18/2011


4out of 5

I’d had a couple of Armarkat trees a few years ago, and my old cat loved them. But when he passed away I gave them to friends (I was determined not to have another cat.) Well, as life always seems to do, it threw my plans into complete disarray by presenting me with the loveliest little kitten who needed her own cat tree.

Since I don’t want to keep her an only cat for ever I decided to opt for a substantially larger tree than I’d had before and this nearly 6′ model seemed to be the best one for the price based on what I know of Armarkat’s quality. I wasn’t disappointed either. It’s a good, solid cat tree with a lot of features like a ramp, a little hidey house, a rope (which Miss Peeb hasn’t even noticed yet!) and balls on elastic string, which she ripped down immediately.

And therein lies the first of my admittedly minor criticisms of this item. Those are lovely little toys and very alluring to cats, but unless your cat is 20 years old or a complete slug, it’s going to pull those balls loose. That isn’t a huge problem, but it has the potential to be quite dangerous if your cat likes to eat strange objects. I suggest you forego affixing them to the tree, cut off the elastic and just toss them to your cat. She’ll have a terrific time and you won’t end up with a whopping vet bill.

My second criticism is that there are several different size bolts used in this item, but the sizes aren’t so different that it’s easy to tell them apart. I got it wrong and ended up affixing the little tunnel to the underside of one of the platform with a bolt that was too long, and pushed up through the plush cover. Rather than take the thing apart, I covered the bolt end with a bit of duct tape. It’s not an elegant solution but as the tape is purple it’s a jolly one.

Finally I think the Armarkat trees could benefit from broader bases. This is a fairly consistent issue with the larger trees; I’ve noted it not only in the ones I’ve owned but the ones my sister has gotten for my nephews. They wobble. I’m not worried that it’ll come crashing down when Miss Peeb hits it at a 90 MPH, but she’s still little. And there’s only one of her. If it begins to look as if there’s a question about the stability, I’m going to have to find some way to attach it to the floor or wall just to be sure she won’t go flying out a window one day. That would be awkward.

However, all things considered, this is one of the best trees I’ve ever purchased, and the price was very good. The bottom line, I guess, is that I would buy an Armarkat tree again in a heartbeat.

Waiting to pounce on Mommy


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Resting at the top of the tree


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Everybody needs to shut up now.

I’ve often said that I have this cocktail party going on inside my head, and I catch bits and pieces of conversations that eventually turn into stories.  Or not.  Not every conversation is worth listening to just as not every guest is scintillating.  Recently I became aware of a story call that suggested to me that I might do well to unearth a little snippet that I’d stored away for future contemplation.  It was about The Furies.  What about them, you ask?  I have no idea.  No really, I just knew I wanted to do something with them.  I even have faces for them. I work better when I can link a face to a character, at least initially.  They do tend to morph. And in fact the basic idea was inspired by seeing this photo of Anna Torv.  This was my Alecto, my unceasing, and briefly, my Morrigan.  She may still be, I don’t know, but I realized suddenly that I’d gone too far afield of the parameters of the story call to use my Furies in the only way that was currently working for me.   I really did try to force them into the right shape briefly but they laughed at me and went on about their business.  I know what these women look like down to their tattoos and scars, but I cannot find them a place in the universe that I’ve been given to work with, i.e., Faery.

And then, while I was  trying to watch Labyrinth and failing miserably because I simply don’t care for the film very much, I happened to surf past Cabaret and thought: “But what if it was like Weimar Germany?”   It was at this point that my brain simply shut down because everyone had started talking at once, and spilling their drinks and elbowing each other out of the way to tell me their stories.

I don’t know if any of this is going to work, but I’m going to give it my best shot.  And maybe Alecto/Morrigan will make an appearance.  If she does, it’ll be memorable, that’s for sure.

July? Really??

I can’t believe how long it’s been since I posted here.  In the last month and a half I’ve adopted a kitten who told me her name is Peanut Butter, but who now answers to Peeb.  She’s the most stubborn little cat I’ve ever known, and I adore her.  She has a friend who comes ’round and stares at her, a pretty little calico named Grace.  A squirrel has moved into the abandoned planter at the top of our porch, and that also amuses Peeb.

I’ve been writing, of course, working on a number of story calls and a couple of other items.  The transcription job starts up again next week, and it’s not too soon because I really, really need the money.  I’ve joined Google+ and She Writes, and have become pretty active on EveryBlock.  Also keeping up with Yelp and Facebook.  Where does my day go?

I’ve bid farewell to a friend when I realized that the explosion between us had been a long time coming.  I’m sorry about that but I’m also kind of relieved because the emotional roller coaster was starting to be difficult to cope with.

I’ve been gardening.  This year the roses were amazing, and the cheap hothouse hydrangeas which we stuck in the ground because we were desperate for filler last year have turned into gorgeous shrubs.  The one that gets a bit less light is covered with softball-size flower heads in a deep, almost glowing French blue.  We harvested the last of the snap peas this evening and they were my supper tonight.  It’s never not a rush to eat something you’ve raised from seed.  We’ll be putting more in next year because they’re such a good crop.  One tomato plant is flourishing, one didn’t make it.  Ditto the peppers.  Time will tell which ones were the winners.  We think it’s the difference in soil that’s to blame.  Our garlic will be ready to pull soon as will our fennel, and we have — I kid you not — hundreds of bunches of grapes just starting to ripen.  All our nectarines fell off the tree or got stolen by the Evil Squirrels, but the grapes?  It’s like paradise back there.  Gracie hangs out under the grapevines because there’s mint planted all around and it’s a wonderful place to ambush the birds.

Glinda and I are working on an idea for a trilogy of YA fantasy novels.  I think it’s good, but it’s still in very early stages.  We went to see the new Pirates movie last week at a newly refurbished theater in our neighborhood and were blown away by what a great renovation it is.  It looks like the old movie palaces of my youth.  I felt like a kid again.  And they use real butter on their popcorn!  We also tried the new Mexican restaurant across the street and it was excellent.  We’ll be doing it again soon.

And that’s been my summer so far.  Mostly good, a bit of the not good.  It’s life, what can I say?  And now I want to get some sleep.  I hope to be more regular here in the future.