I was cleaning the house today and ruthlessly tossing out parts of kitty playland; I removed several shopping bags, some tissue paper, and flattened boxes. Then I rebuilt the fortress in our entry way that consists of one large piece of paper and two boxes. I crumpled some tissue paper and tossed it in the box.
Oliver promptly climbed into the box and shoved the tissue out.
Obi arrived and pushed the paper ceiling down. Oliver ran from the fortress and there was a flurry of furry. A furry flurry.
Obi returned to stomp the paper down some more.
He tried out the inside of the fortress as Oliver returned.
But if it wasn’t going to cause a thunder, Obi didn’t really want to be in the box.
Oli reclaimed the box as Obi came to see what I was doing, laying flat on the floor in the living room.
Oliver made himself comfortable on the inside of the fortress. Obi found his spot on the outside.
I was inspired, after seeing the floor at this angle, to sweep.
And all was right with the world.