Apparently I have yet to learn my lesson. You'd think by now I could follow this simple rule: If a new box enters our home, then be sure to dispose of it properly before the cat eyes it. This should be my mantra. I should live and breathe these simple words.

Instead, however, I leave new cardboard boxes around all the time. Simone quickly sniffs them out, and before you know it, she has her own little cardboard party. But having your head wedged into the corner of a box *can't* be comfortable.

cat paradise

You may think I could easily break up the party, but I tried that -- it was a rookie mistake -- and I got burned. So if I continue to break my simple rule, then I best let it go. Like dropping your keys into a river of molten lava: Let 'em go, because, man, they're gone.

So if you feel compelled to contribute to her cardboard palace, by all means, send more boxes our way. Ugh.

8:33 AM

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Friday, June 11, 2004

Give me your tired, your poor, your huddled boxes