On Wednesday, mom got some boxes. My sister and I heard someone on the front porch, which makes us nervous. We don't like people we don't know coming into our house, even if they are coming to feed us. So, we were kind of scared. When mom came home, we were still hiding in our spots. She was a bit worried about us, but when we saw it was her, we were happy and came to say, "Hi mom!"
She brought the boxes inside and set them in the middle of the living room floor. Then she had to find a scissors to get them open. She put the scissors somewhere other than their usual place so she sort of stomped around, trying to find them. We didn't like that. We don't like it when mom is frustrated.
She found them and then sat down in her recliner and told us to do a "cat scan" of the boxes. Well, Mija and I know what THAT means. Sure enough, she had her camera out to take photos. We showed her. We didn't go sniff. She sighed and said, "Okay, fine. I'll just open them." Mom wasn't expecting anything so she was really surprised by the stuff that was inside. We heard her laugh and giggle, which is a good thing.
But the BEST part was when she opened the boxes and left them out. I had to try them, of course.
This one was a bit too small. I could sit, but I couldn't lie down.
This one is too big. There's too much room. If it was summer and I wanted to stretch out, maybe, but it's winter and I want to be cozy.
This one turned out to be just right. It now sits on the floor in the living room. The rest went into our recycling can.
Whoever sent mom nice stuff knows cats and we are certainly appreciative of boxes. They are better than cat toys.