Last night D was up, as he often is, and heard Moby scratching at something. He couldn't quite tell what, until later, when he found this canvas box pulled down. Now, we know, if it's empty, Moby considers it his duty to bring it to the floor. This time despite being full, he still managed it. He does this when we put his round bed up on the chair, and often expands to tipping waste paper baskets. It's a job he takes very seriously.
This morning, he decided that the lower box would be a very nice place for a nap.
"It's a cat thing, you wouldn't understand."
2 comments:
I may not understand his reasons, but I do understand it's a cat thing.
I can't, and don't want to, imagine life without cats.
Amen.
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