As some of you know, I seem to have a weird thing for cardboard boxes. No matter the size, it seems I eye them all, muttering, "Now, I just BET that would come in handy some day..." and more often than not drag it home. Which is fine, except that they tend to pile up until that 'someday' happens.
Tonight I was happily typing away here in Pet Talk and heard this incredible crash-boom-bang! sound from the corner where the boxes are. I'm staring at it stupidly wondering what happened to my pile (?!?). Suddenly from the innermost box (only an inch or two of clearance, I swear) I hear muttered cat curses and my beloved Cassy sloooowly extricates himself. He then climbs across, then around the pile, and looks at me as if to say, "That was FUN! Can I do it again, Meowmy?"