The Boy is very picky about his work shoes – they have to look nice with slacks but stand up to walking through construction sites. He found a pair that he liked last week, but not in the color he needed, so he had to have them shipped to him.
They came in a box. That was in a box.
And the kittens rejoiced.
Then, today, I came home and finally noticed Obi sitting on a NEW box.
I made him get off the box so I could cut it open. I took two steps away to put the scissors on the coffee table. When I turned back around, Oliver was already looking at me – disappointed – because there was stuff in the box.
So I emptied it for him.
Oliver told Obi, “it fits just right.”
Poor Obi, he got my attention…his brother got the box.
But! Inside the box, was a box.
I emptied it quickly and urged Obi to claim it.
Poor Obi…his brother wanted that box, too.
Wait…maybe NOT “poor Obi.”
Seems like he got what he wanted all along.
So what was in the box inside the box? It is the new blending system that my parents gave me for my upcoming birthday (Saturday). Oliver closely inspected all the contents. Then he must have seen the directions.
He washed thoroughly before using.
And Obi got the second box as well.
What is it with cats and boxes?!
My two love them too. This is Shelli in a box: http://fluffytufts.wordpress.com/2012/09/19/cat-in-a-box-wordless-wednesday-19-september-2012/
Your girls are so pretty! If my boys needed girflfriends…
Too funny, my Lucy and Linus love boxes too 🙂
I guess, if I fit in a box, I would do it as well. Forts are awesome.
They sure are!