On a cat tree

I used to deliver to a house that contained a lot of cats. It wasn't as bad as you sometimes hear in the news, where some old lady kept a hundred cats in one room and it was filthy with their excrement and food and so on. No, this house with cats seemed well kept up, and the cats seemed well taken care of, but there was certainly more than average. And I could see them because the front of the house had a large picture window, with the drapes usually open when I went during dinner hour. The cats would be draped on a cat tree and just look at me and blink. I guess they didn't care about pizza.