The Box

Today is Boxing Day, and so I thought it's appropriate to tell you the story about the box.


Once upon a time when Buster first came to his furever home, he was a tiny bit. Big sister Emma was already full grown and could jump up to the top of the drawers and cabinets where she would stay perched and from where she would hiss at Buster. Little furboy looked pitiful in his helpless state.

Because of pity, we decided to give Buster a box for his hiding place. True to his nature, the box also contained his toys. He would carry his toys inside his box, where they would remain until today, can you see them?

However, Buster grew up too fast. Pretty soon he couldn't fit into his box. Yet we kept the box inside the room. Often he would laze about the top of the box.



It is also Emma's favorite spot to oversee my morning ministrations before going to work.



In the end, the box became Emma's sanctuary from Buster's constant nagging. Buster could only look and wait for Emma to come out.

Happy New Year everyfurry. Hope the New Year brings all of us peace and prosperity.

BTW, Emma has another vet appointment this weekend. We are hoping that things would still go fine, but she's not healing as well as we hoped. Please continue to purr for my darling furbaby. Thank you.