There's a 15-pound cat named Rambo who lives in our studio.
White, fluffy, and very opinionated about where he sleeps.
Rambo loves heights. Every afternoon, he jumps onto our latest prototypes, surveys the room, and settles in for a nap. If the shelf wobbles, he leaves. If it feels wrong, he leaves. If he doesn't like the cushion? He leaves.
He never complains. He just walks away.
Over the past year, Rambo has tested every piece of our Wall Collection. Here's what he taught us.
Test One: Stability Isn't Optional
A cat sitting still is one thing. A 15-pound cat launching himself onto a shelf from two feet away is another.
The impact force is three to five times their body weight. We learned to test with falling weights, not just static ones.
Rambo jumps first. We watch. If he stays, we know it's right.
Test Two: Wood Matters
We chose ash and walnut for how they look. Rambo taught us they matter for how they feel.
He grips the edges when he jumps. He scratches occasionally. Softer materials would wear down fast. Solid wood holds up, and over time, it gets warmer, smoother, more alive.
Rambo doesn't know what "FAS-grade" means. But he knows good wood when he feels it.
Test Three: Cushions Need to Be Just Right
Our first cushions were too soft. Rambo stepped on them once and walked away.
Too soft feels unstable. Too hard feels uncomfortable. We tested five different materials before finding the one where he stayed.
Now he sleeps there all afternoon.
Test Four: Installation Has to Be Bulletproof
A shelf is only as good as the wall it's mounted on.
We tested different walls, different screws, different heights. We learned that "good enough" isn't good enough. Now every shelf gets the same standard: solid wall only, proper anchors, and a firm push test before any cat gets near it.
Rambo doesn't care about installation instructions. He just wants it not to move.
What Rambo Taught Us
Cats don't give feedback. They give results.
If Rambo stays, the design works. If he leaves, we go back to the drawing board.
The Wall Collection exists because a 15-pound white cat kept walking away from things until we got them right.
