Spooky Cat Haunted House Cardboard Condo

Spooky Cat Haunted House is a cardboard cat playhouse designed to help your cat have a spine-chilling Halloween! This creepy, mansard-roofed mansion is decorated in the most eerie style. Ghosts and spider webs, lightning bolts and bats all together conjure the most ominous holiday of all.

If your cat enjoys a little ghostly fun, this supernatural cat condo will be perfect for your little feline phantom. What makes this ghoulish Halloween house extra fun is the included cat scratcher. Place the scratcher on the floor of your Spooky Cat Haunted House, or use the included smooth floor instead -- whatever your little monster prefers.

Assembled, the Spooky Cat Haunted House is approximately 17.75" tall, 10.75" wide, and 18.5" deep. The inner dimensions of the house are 12" tall, 10.75" wide, and 16.25" deep. The door is approximately 7.25" inches at its widest point, and 9.25" high.

This cat condo is imprinted with non-toxic water-based inks and everything, including the scratcher, is made in the USA of eco-friendly recycled cardboard.

• Made in the USA
• Imprinted with non-toxic water-based inks
• Made from recycled cardboard
• SHIPS FREE IN THE U.S.
• SHIPS TO CANADA, JAPAN, SOME EUROPEAN COUNTRIES, AUSTRALIA, NEW ZEALAND ($12)

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“Mrooowww.”

I was leaning over the bathroom sink, painstakingly applying theatrical makeup in the mirror, when I felt a firm cat nudge at the back of my legs. I had a costume party to attend in an hour and court jester is exacting work under the best of circumstances.

“What?” I asked, without looking down. Turning in the mirror, I could see a distinct under-eye smear from the jostle. It’s easier to get a complex makeup job done right the first time than to expend effort expunging flaws.

“Mroooooooooowwwwww.”

 Irritated, I put the brush down and turned to address Mr. Whiskers, who was impatiently weaving between my legs.

“What the – ?”

Mr. Whiskers looked up at me with an innocence I know he does not possess. His beautiful white face was bisected, east to west, beneath his pinkish nose with a smudge of something that looked like soot. If I didn’t know better, I would have called it mustache.

I stopped, and time ticked away for a few seconds. Neither of us moved or made a sound.

“Mr. Whiskers,” I said very quietly. “Is that your…Halloween costume?” Mr. Whiskers blinked slowly, but otherwise did not avert his gaze.

The other half of the court jester could wait. I knew exactly what I had to buy for my cat.