Monday, August 22, 2011
Cats on Tuesday
Once upon a time [actually only a few months ago] my pawrents came home and I have a box - a shoe box - where I casually lounged the time away. Mama asked if that was Papa's shoe box. He denied it was his. They couldn't figure out where I found the box. Until now they don't know where I got the box. I am not telling my secrets - not even to you my dear friends and readers.
And so for the first few days I took it with me all over the room, pushing and pulling to the spot where I wanted to chill out. Here it's at the foot of the bed, immediately infront of me is Mama's computer desk where she blogs.
And after a few more days my son, Buster, got tired of the box and converted it to become his toy box. Do you see what he considers toy? Our dishwashing glove is always a target for this boy. He keeps stealing them so we put them up high where he couldn't reach it. At least he knows how to put his stuff away, right?
Pee Ess by Buster - I wanted to post this for the International Box Day but Mama was so lazy.
We are linking to CATS ON TUESDAY.