There’s this box that the cats keep sitting in because it’s an empty box and cats have to put their buttholes on cardboard, I guess, but Victor was trying to make me laugh because I’ve been sort of down and so he was like, “Move over, cats. That looks like fun. I’m gonna sit in that box,” but boxes aren’t made for people unless they’re refrigerator boxes (which are awesome and remind me why cats probably like boxes) and so he fucked it all up and it was funny for a second but then the cats were like, “Hey, fucker. Are you drunk? Because stop fucking up our boxes. You have your own box. It’s the house you live in, asshole,” but Victor didn’t care because he can’t hear cat thoughts but then the cats were like, “You know what? Fuck this. This is still our box. You can’t destroy us. Our box is still living on IN OUR MINDS” and I was like, “Whoa. That’s a pretty bad-ass attitude, cats. I salute you.”
(That was the longest run-on sentence I’ve written in a week.)
And I was super inspired because sometimes things are all fucked up but you just keep living and enjoying things even if they’re totally broken. Because that’s what you do when life destroys your box. This is a weird analogy (especially since “box” is euphemism for “vagina”) but you know what I mean, probably. Point? Maybe things are shitty, but if you just keep living sometimes you realize that your broken outside has some nice things going for it. Like, it lets the light in like a skylight on all sides. Even if you don’t want that. Which it sort of seems like the cats don’t, but whatever. Stop glaring at us, cats. Other boxes are coming. We get them all the time, y’all.
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Good on him for trying something, and good on the cats for continuing to follow their bliss.
I admire their stoicism.
I wish I was a cat . Cats rule.
I don’t have cats and don’t understand their box obsession, but I did just order my Grandcat a box that looks like a tank from Amazon, so I should get some cool points.
Big belly laugh out loud I desperately needed this morning sitting here in my broken box. Thank you.
Yesssssss! I relate to this so much. I have been really down because I have been job-searching and haven’t gotten even one interview, so I spend every day feeling really useless and generally bummed, but then I realized this week– hey, this is precious free time that I should be treating as a GIFT, dammit. And I’m going to enjoy every single minute and not feel guilty and worthless because I’ll get a job eventually, and then I’ll just feel dumb for wasting all this time. This is my box, and I’m enjoying it!
I needed this perspective today. More than I could ever explain.
Thank you, Jenny.
You just defined how I feel when I read your writing….”it lets the light in like a skylight on all sides”. Thank you.
If you look on You Tube there are a lot of vids of lions n tigers etc doing this.. ie. fucking up their boxes but still being very boxed.
Indeed… the cup (or maybe box?) is half full rather than half empty for these kitties. Good for them.
And now the boxes have on-ramps, so really the cats should be thanking you! They don’t even have to waste their precious energy jumping up into them 🙂
That’s a beautiful analogy. Also, Imma gonna sit in a box tonight, I bet that will solve all my problems.
You have the perfect husband for you!!!
Nah. It’s not fucked up. It just has a window now!
“sometimes things are all fucked up but you just keep living and enjoying things even if they’re totally broken. Because that’s what you do when life destroys your box. ”
One of my favorite quotes ever.
That’s a good thought to keep in mind for this day. It’s not that things have been bad, just busy. Really, I should just stop and appreciate my broken box.
Of cats and boxes:
Refrigerator box forts and a rice crispy treat tower figured large in my bachelor party.
Cats have it right. Boxes are fun!
Poor Victor…and really lets just all try to live outside the box….or inside a broken one…
Why isn’t there a photo of Victor in the box?!
You lifted my mood and made me laugh on what started to be a dreary day. Keep writing. You make a difference.
In my house, a broken box holds more cats. This is never a bad thing.
I like his faraway gaze. He’s dreaming of the box that once was, while also accepting the box that is… Deep thoughts… 😉
Hunter looks like tha chameleon version of Ferris, since Hunter is the same color as the box.
Hunter seems less pissed off than Ferris Mewler.
Boxes made for humans are called cubicles and they aren’t nearly as much fun unless you cover the top with cardboards and work in a makeshift fort all day.
So I should stop listening when people tell me to think outside the box?
Victor gets points for acting silly to try to make you smile! A fresh box will pacify the cats in no time
Poor Victor, he’ll regret it the day the cats start the next stage of their World Domination plan and create human concentration camps.
I still remember being a kid and loving any tiny place that was boxlike. Probably why couch cushion forts are awesome.
I always loved that commercial, “… I think I need a bigger box.”
It’s more like a recliner box now, which IS better anyway.
Love the box even if it is broken. Good motto, and one that I can use. Here’s another one, maybe: love the box no matter what size it is. I had a cat who loved boxes so much that he would get into it even if there was no possibility that he would fit. He’d just get as much of himself in as he could, which was often hilarious. One time I put a teeny-tiny little jewelry box lid on the floor and he immediately went and sat very precisely on top of it. “Hey,” he seemed to be saying, ” technically it’s a box. I’ll make it work.”
I’m doped up on cold medicine and I find this hilariously inspiring. Thank you!
I was hoping for a picture of Victor in the box.
(Is that a euphemism? ~ Jenny)
When something fucks with your box, just tape that shit up and get back in.
Great post. Even Shrodinger’s cat is confused.
It’s the PERFECT analogy! Once again, thank you for being you. 💗
“Maybe things are shitty, but if you just keep living sometimes you realize that your broken outside has some nice things going for it. Like, it lets the light in like a skylight on all sides. Even if you don’t want that.” Thanks, Jenny, I needed this today! (Also cats!)
I salute you Victor and the cats, you’re all bad-ass! And Thank You Jenny for the reminder and being the duck tape on my box…not my vagina…Figuratively, because that would just be weird!
I’ve read this three times waiting for the school gates to open here in my London neighbourhood. Laughing my head off. Other parents must be thinking I’m the drunk one. I keep assuring them it’s Victor.
Where’s the picture of Victor channeling his inner cat and sitting in (breaking) the box?
(I do have it. I have to check with Victor to see if he’s okay with me using it. It’s ridiculous. ` Jenny)
I feel like this should me my life motto. I need a shirt with Faris Mewler that says “it may be broken but it’s mine.” That’s my life I may be broken but I’m still me. Wow who knew Faris Mewler could be such an inspiration.
Hunter kind of looks at peace with the broken-ness of the box. Like, “you know, it’s not the box I wanted, but even a fucked-up box is better than no box, so I’mma roll with it.”
Ferris looks pissed, though. I wouldn’t fuck with Ferris.
Not that your cats’ thoughts aren’t pithy and to the point. Seriously, Victor quit fucking up their shit. But here’s a photo album of cats & Shakespearean insults in case your cats want to call Victor out 1500s style. http://imgur.com/gallery/92EpE
Also, there is probably a way to post the images directly but I can’t figure it out. Don’t judge me! Plus, my WordPress user name is my daughter’s and now I realize I don’t know what she’s posting when/if she logs onto WordPress because I’m a really good Mother. Crap.
They are absolutely continuing to use that “box” in order to make you feel bad for breaking it. They will probably continue to do this after the new one arrives.
I mean, yeah, what you said about your ruined box was weird and deep and wonderful (maybe just like your box? I don’t need to know!) but for cats, it’s all about the “fuck you.”
I keep scrolling for the picture of Victor in the box but it’s not there. The mental picture probably doesn’t reflect his true awesomeness or his speed of getting out of the box before you stopped laughing and picked up your camera 🙂 Thank you for being YOU and sharing your broken-ness..
Just duct tape the box up. You can get some really colorful tape that I’m sure they’ll just love + if Victor sits in it again, maybe it won’t rip open. Of course, now you have an important reason to buy some kind of something online- because everyone knows cats need boxes and Victor has to be ok with whatever it is b/c it’s pretty much his fault that you have to buy something anyway since he broke the box to start with.
Like the Leonard Cohen song says “There’s a crack, a crack in everything….that’s how the light gets in…”
Tell Victor that I never fit into my box either, nor my pants, one size fits all shirts, school chair at teacher conference, Smart Cars, last year’s jeans, etc.
New boxes are NOT their boxes. Victor broke their boxes. Victor must pay.
Capped off by leaving at 9:15 to babysit my nephew, and only realizing when I hit traffic and was running late that since I was supposed to be at their place at 10:45, and they live half an hour away, I have apparently lost my ability to competently manage time.
Stopped at the French bakery and bought some pastries that are basically butter and sugar held together by a bit of flour. The woman at the counter liked my t-shirt (Humpty Dumpty having a great fall http://shirt.woot.com/offers/humpty-dumpty-had-a-great-fall?ref=cnt_ctlg_dgn_0 ), which I wore to amuse nephew, who at 2 1/2 is far too young to appreciate the word play. Let myself into their place and there was a bottle of selzer in the fridge for me, and the remains of a tub of yogurt for my dog because my SIL is the nicest, sweetest person ever. Regrouping. Taking a moment to breathe. And all should be well in 15 mins when they get home from nephew’s appointment. Need to remember to take those moments to breathe.
Absolutely stinking adorable post! And way to turn that into a life lesson! Love it!
“Fuck you. Still a box.” ~ Hunter S. Tomcat is officially my favorite quote and is exactly what I needed today! (also, I have 3 more boxes which they are welcome to have)
And you win again: “your broken outside has some nice things going for it. ”
Hunter S. Tomcat is still UP.
My cat is defective. She has no interest in boxes. She’s all like, “Fuck you, Schrödinger, I’m not getting in that box!”
Victor, you win. Way to try something silly and fun. The cats can deal.
Other vaginas are coming. Really, the whole post takes on a new level when you put “vagina” in for “box.”
The cats do look pissed. You better order something quick from Amazon.
I really actually needed to hear/read this right now. Thank you. And thank your cats. And your husband for breaking the box…
You can get a cat to sit on anything that’s a different color than the floor — we got the cats down to a 3×5 card. Texture might work, too. Give it a try!
I’m so glad I found your blog. Thank you for just being you and helping us not feel so alone in our brokenness. May we all be more like Ferris and Hunter and say screw this, I’m claiming what’s mine. Thanks for the laugh.
I can heartily recommend James Thurber’s “A Box to Hide In.” It seems especially relevant these days: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bO7Xp7cEUHI
i really needed this today –
Maybe things are shitty, but if you just keep living sometimes you realize that your broken outside has some nice things going for it.
It’s an ongoing joke how many boxes we get (yay, review copies!), so we have an unending supply of boxes for the cats. But sometimes one is just so perfect that we have to hold onto it for months. And if it gets ruined… My cats feel your cats’ pain.
Tell Victor not to bother trying to sit in widescreen TV boxes because they’re useless. Even cats agree.
I had that with music. I love it and love sharing songs with people who I know would love them too. I had built my playlist around songs that a particular guy would like and when after almost a year everything fell apart, listening to it was super painful. I still love those songs though and I’m determind to keep listening to them until I can enjoy them again!
Oh how I needed this this morning. Thank you for being you
This post was perfectly timed. I have a job interview this morning and I know it’s a Behavioral Interview (antiquated “Tell me about a time when….” crap on steroids) and I can’t think of any good scenarios to talk about from past jobs so I was getting all grumpy and negative, but then I saw this. And it made me smile, and also see that maybe I can reframe my stories and, possibly, get through the interview relatively unscathed. So, thank you. And Victor and the cats – all of you, for being you!
“Cats have to put their buttholes on cardboard” Possibly the most true statement ever! If there is a box or even just a square of cardboard (like from a calendar) on the floor, that’s where my kitty is. And eff off, September! Ruining everybody’s mood. It’s almost gone. Happy days are coming, y’all.
We’re a 3-Stage Box Destruction family. 1. The cats get it until a new box comes along, it then (2) moves to the dog to shred, gnaw on, then ignore until finally (3) I throw it in the recycling. It’s the box of life. I’m trying to say it’s the circle of life for boxes in my house, but shortened it to box of life because I haven’t had any coffee yet.
I so needed this right now because my box is broken. By which I mean my brain because my girl “box” is perfectly fine. And you know what I think I’m ok with sitting in my broken box too.
That is a great metaphor for life. And I do hope you got a good laugh over Victor in that tiny little cat-sized box to make it all worth it.
For the record, my 7-year-old uses large boxes as a game room. He goes inside to play his hand-held video game for hours. Or maybe that’s how long it takes him to get through all the duct tape I used to seal it. I prefer to think he likes it.
Well hey this made me laugh my butt off! OMGosh seriously hilarious. Glad it made you laugh 🙂 Keep on chugging on – you rock!
Lol cats have tremendous stick-to-it-ive-ness.
Maybe boys have to put their buttholes on cardboard too!
I have two sons. We moved multiple times as a military family, and each time we unpacked, those two spent days building and playing in forts made out of the empty boxes.
This is a revelation. Do daughters do that?
Hunter S, Tomcat has the cutest face in his pictures. I love that you share your awesome pets and assorted taxidermy with us. >^.^<
I needed this today. I hate the school board. I hate the school my kids got rezoned to. The principal is kinda like Snuffleupagus was on Sesame Street when I was a kid; he only exists to those who spend lots of time in the school. I still believe he’s imaginary. I want to dive headfirst into the Halloween candy I bought just a bit ago after running all over creation to find one little cord for the hubby for a presentation at work today. I need wine and some whiskey and maybe a little vodka. But this, this has actually helped me feel a little better today. Maybe I won’t have an anxiety attack in an empty house today. I can do this. Thank you. 🙂
Why didn’t you get a pic of Victor in the box?
The more important question to me – WHERE IS THE PICTURE OF VICTOR IN THE BOX?????
Sorry for yelling, but it’s kind of a big deal.
I feel like the other part of this post that is inspirational is the reminder that ‘other boxes are coming’. Maybe your favorite box got destroyed, but now there is room for an even better box to take its place. 🙂
“And I was super inspired because sometimes things are all fucked up but you just keep living and enjoying things even if they’re totally broken. Because that’s what you do when life destroys your box.”
I’ve never been more inspired by a cat in a cardboard box…
Michelle at #58: I was starting to think I was the only one with a defective cat–well, OK, he’s not defective, he’s absolutely perfect at being himself, but as far as I can tell Romeo has absolutely no interest whatsoever in boxes or cardboard of any kind. Bed, couches, carpets, my roommate’s recliner (which he’s claimed to the point where, if he’s in or on it, Matt will just meekly head for the couch instead, in spite of my telling him “It’s OK, you can toss his furry butt out of the chair, really!”), my leather computer chair: hell, yes! Boxes: nope, not interested. The only time I ever got him into a box was by liberally lacing it with some of his Grandpa’s (read: my dad’s) homegrown catnip, but that only lasted as long as it took him to eat the nip; then he jumped out, rolled around on the floor, and headed for the recliner. I love the puddin’ head, but I will never understand him, and he likes it that way…
…and no, Jenny, I didn’t forget you. hugs There seems to be a lot of this going around lately, and I wish there wasn’t, but I’ll keep what you said in mind. In the meantime, if Victor’s willing, I’d like to see a picture of him in the cats’ box as well (not yours, mind you; baring your soul is one thing, but …). 😉
Boxes are fun….silly cats.
Sadness has been a filthy tramp around here lately, too. I need a box. And a cat. I have neither. I do have a 5’10 tween who still loves to get in boxes. And push things off of counters. And runs hot and cold with his tweenish affections. Come to think of it, maybe I DO have a cat.
Hope you feel better soon.
We should all aspire to be more like cats.
I love so much about this post. We lost our older cat early in the summer, and adopted a kitten and a 1 yo cat about six weeks ago to be friends for our remaining cat. They make me so happy. Their determination to be wherever or do whatever I’ve just asked them not to. The unfaltering, swaggering confidence and self-assuredness of a kitten. I wish I had an ounce of that. I wish we all had some of that. Well, some people need less of that. But the people I like need more.
Yeah, I totally kept thinking of the euphemism version of box while reading this. I giggled through the entire thing. Especially when Victor was saying “that looks like fun, cats”. Which kitty is another euphemism. Basically i’m 42 going on 12.
I also do the same thing any time someone says duty.
On my goodness … I LUV you!
This quote …
“And I was super inspired because sometimes things are all fucked up but you just keep living and enjoying things even if they’re totally broken”
… inspires ME. Even though I feel broken most days, that doesn’t mean I should stop living. Thank you for sharing and inspiring and being you. 🙂
Yaaayyyy, Victor! And you and your cats! Thanks for the inspiration.
I’m with everyone that wants the picture of Victor in/breaking the box!
That would make my week!
Thank you. I needed this reminder this week.
I love your run-on sentences. I find run-on sentences very therapeutic because they are an actual substitute for actual running which I used to do and that’s why I was so skinny. But I was still fucking sick. Now I am fat and sick, and don’t fun (well only when I’m using run-on sentences and reading funny material do I fun these days) and I don’t run either. Wow. If my high school English teacher could only see me now. Thanks for the flattened box, Victor.
after wiping up the coffee i snorted through my nose (thanks jenny.)
I started imagining a cross-over post you could do with Gardenista around a pre-fab cardboard “outbuilding” tailored to your needs. Perhaps with miniature trellis out front and some nice herb containers.
You need a new box. You should order something nice, like, I don’t know, a taxidermied badger maybe? Victor can’t complain because it’s all his fault (obviously!).
I’m going to get a box.
I super freaking needed this thought. Thank you.
We have a box for our female (read:jerk) cat that sits in the living room. We christened it (in Sharpie) Fort McAsshole. Our neighbor, who has a dog, thought this was hilarious. Inevitable, yes. Hilarious? Hilarious is when jerk cat is crouched in there and one of the other members of the feline herd hops in without realizing the Fort is occupied. Pandelerium.
This is awesome! I love the cats’ persistence in the proper use of the box lol. Also have you seen the blog post where enormous boxes were put out for enormous cats (mountain lions, tigers, lions, ocelots, etc)? I have also put out sheets of paper (8.5 x 11) and watched the cats ponder which one to use.
Hi just found out you have a you tube and im watching all your old videos and saw you have Pullip dolls or Blythe dolls not to sure but im getting a pullip doll soon and though it was cool
I love Big Fat Orange Cats, and I think Hunter S. Tomcat is a PERFECT specimen.
I got a new armchair delivered to my house and left the box out on the front porch for a few days. I got home from the gym one day (I’d gone straight from work) to find an angry note scribbled on the box. It was from my sister and it read:
“If you’re not going to come home right after work you should let people know. I hid in this damn box for 45 minutes waiting to scare you. But you had to go and ruin it. I hope you and your box are very happy together. You suck.”
I called her after I had stopped crying with laughter. She was genuinely mad at me! Which of course made me laugh even harder.
It would have been funny seeing Victor in a box with cats
Take the theme song from Titanic but replace hearts with box.
Cats know: you might break the box, but the soul of it, the cardboard, is still cardboard.
Entire family gets plus 10 points for being fabulous, especially the cats.
I feel very much like buying something huge so I can make the box into a lady fort.
So if box is a euphemism, what’s that song talking about? You know, “Momma’s got a squeeze box she wears on her chest.” I’m so confused!
I need you to come to our house and read my daughter’s cat’s mind. Apparently she thinks she’s one of the bunnies (we own 2) and hangs with them all the time and even tries to use their litter pans and eat their food. My daughter thinks she’s having species identity issues. 🙂
My broken box…Err vagina needs needed this today ! Thank you Victor & Jenny …and of course Ferris Meeker & Hunter S. tomcat
Tell Victor pictures or it didn’t happen.
Stop undermining Jenny’s authenticity, Victor, let her use the picture. No offense but he can’t do that and not let,you post! Lol. We ❤ you Victor!
Cats are bad assie. I don’t know if that word actually exists but it does now because I just wrote it!
So say we all.
I needed to read this tonight.
Boxes and cats, metaphors for life. Love it! The cats seem totally content in their messed up box.
Being broken sucks, but reading your blog makes it suck less! Thank you, I needed this right at this moment ♡
I’m trying to figure out how your vagina has skylights…….
Well this could not be more perfect post. Life destroyed my box last week when my treasure of a dog who has been one of my best friends for 14 years fell asleep and never woke up. I go from angry, to complete despair, to emptiness so many times a day. My heart is absolutely broken. I just keep waiting to see her round the bend, keep wanting to hold her, keep wanting to pet her one last time. I just don’t know how I’m going to go on without her, but I’m trying to anyway, no matter how much I may fumble along the way. I did well on a phone interview last week when angel (my dog) was still with us. I truly think her presence that day kept me calm and helped me so much. That same nonprofit just called me back today and scheduled an in person interview for next week. I believe angel helped me again..this time from the other side to help me gain this interview. Hopefully my grief doesn’t show through. Thank you again Jenny for this poignant post. Sometimes that’s all we can do.. move along brokenly…but still move along.
My box….in the middle of the street….(sing).
Your Cats Are Furiously Happy !!
Omg! I’ve just started following you!,,, I just (how many times can I use just or exclamation points!!!! There is just no limit!!! Apparently! In my world! ) finished reading your book “Furiously Happy” and loved it! It was cleverly funny, sweet and painful at the same time! It’s like sucking on super sour candy…
I wanted…needed… more of the same awesome weirdness so I did something I’ve never done before and reached out a likeminded crazies and joined your blog…
omg … There’s a whole wild furious community of crazies like me!!!.. it’s like discovering a whole new world of bananas! (And bananas are soooooooo AWESOME!!!!!) I’m wondrously gobsmacked!
In my scariest lonliest moments, I actually go around my apartment hugging your book to my heart! (Yes that is a little creepy but I promise, that’s all I do!! Okay maybe I stroke the cover.. but nothing else…seriously…)
Thank you thank you thank you for your brave honesty. And for helping me let go of some of that shitty shame I feel for the ugly dark days ….😊
And I forgot to add…I never thought a broken box could be so profound!!!!!
Hmmm… “pussy” is also a euphemism/slang for a vagina. Maybe there’s a strange, feminine connection here?
Just one of the many, many reasons why I love cats.
My box breaks all the time, and I try to make the best of it. Thanks for the inspiration on a dreary day!
Cats in general terrify me, but yours are quite awesome. As is your kitchen floor. It’s very swoon-worthy!
I had a fantastic refrigerator box when I was about 10. I had it all kitted out with a record player, a window with curtains, a sleeping bag, and a lamp. Then I went to my aunt’s house for a week and my mother threw it away while I was gone. It still lives on in my mind as the best box ever. As they say, you can take away my box, but not my dreams…
I love it that you think broken things can be good too. Leonard Cohen said to ‘ ring the bells that still can ring, forget your perfect offering. There is a crack in everything, that’s how the light gets in.’ That has helped me through some dark times. Yay skylights in broken boxes!
reminds me of that cat that likes jumping into cardboard boxes
You have the truly astonishing skill of making me regard your cats as role models. I don’t even like cats. Now I want to be like one. WHAT IS THIS WITCHERY??
Great post as usual.
This is entirely perfect timing, since my vagina ate my newly installed IUD yesterday and I had to get it surgically removed. Sometimes boxes just break, and we keep going.
I have one cat who refuses to even sit in one of these, and if he sees you approaching with a carton in your hands he flees. I suspect he had Experiences With Cartons at his last home. First claustrophobic cat I’ve ever had.
I love the video of the wild animals. Cats are cats, super sized or not.
Your kitchen floor is wonderously clean (also beautiful). I could never take pet pics because I always felt the need to clean around them and they would get bored and wander off.
Meow meow meow
“And I was super inspired because sometimes things are all fucked up but you just keep living and enjoying things even if they’re totally broken. Because that’s what you do when life destroys your box.”
Officially my favorite pair of sentences for 2016. Funny AND profound.
Life’s a piece of shit,
When you look at it.
Life’s a laugh and death’s a joke, it’s true,
You’ll see it’s all a show,
Keep ’em laughing as you go.
Just remember that the last laugh is on you!
And always look on the bright side of life.
Is the song for my phone alarm on days that I get to sleep in. Monty Python always.
Victor sounds awesome! …of course he is cuz he’s married to you!!!
Hunter S. has the resting “fuck you” face nailed perfectly! I love it. I love ALL cats.
I love everything about this story!!! I love that all cats love boxes and that Victor decided to sit in one. I love the cats’ badass attitude, which suddenly makes me think that a new word needs to be invented for this: BADASSITUDE. Now I also love that word. And I love your analogy. And I love cats. Thank you.
And now we know that, unlike cats, Victor is not a liquid.
This seems like a good moment to mention Kintsugi: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Kintsugi
Because just because it’s broken doesn’t mean it can’t be beautiful and worthwhile.
Am I the only one who really wants a picture of Victor trying to fit in the box?
I don’t like tight places. Sometimes my life feels like I’m stuck in a box, but I’ll keep living and pretend that there is no box and the light is coming in. Now everything I say sounds like a euphemism.
A heartfelt lesson, as told by cats. I can think of no way this post could have been made better…
…except for more cats… 😛
If I could hug a blog entry, I’d hug this one.
Hope things are okay. Many refrigerator boxes to you.
Maaan… I wish I was half as excited about things as cats are about boxes.
Video to make you smile:
Hey, where is the pic of Victor sitting in the box!
It is amazing how cats gravitate toward boxes. And your cats are right. We do have our own boxes, called houses.
Random thought…your next dog’s name, Mr Bonejangles
Not that I don’t love pictures of your cats because I totally do, but I really wanted a picture of Victor in the box.
Because that’s what you do when life destroys your box. Hahahaha! God I love her.
David has a second interview with tech startup tomorrow!!!!
Happy end of WBD! xo