Kreisleriana wrote:

What with Xmas a week away, and all the shopping (especially online) I
am up to my butt in boxes and paper, at the moment. THey're
downstairs, they're upstairs. I was watching TV, and half-watching
Dante jump in and out of a shoe box, and rattle the paper around, when
Stinky came in, and it's so funny how I knew exactly what was going to
happen--and it happened just that way. Stinky saw and heard the
commotion, got that HOW DARE YOU SIR!!!!! look, stalked over to
Dante-in-the-box, gave a mighty hiss and commenced the head-bops until
Dante took off.

Mother saw this, and said, "There are *other* boxes . . ." and I saw
that even after all these years of raising children, she still didn't
get it! "Mom," I said, "You still don't get it! ALL the boxes are
his!!"

LOL! I miss my box kitty Nikki! The kittens like boxes alright, but
they're not crazy about them like Nikki was. Whenever a box came into
the house, she could hardly wait for me to empty the contents so she
could get inside it and claim it for herself. Then she would defend it
fiercely againt invaders (Frank).

--
Marina, Miranda and Caliban. In loving memory of Frank and Nikki.
marina (dot) kurten (at) iki (dot) fi
Stories and pics at http://koti.welho.com/mkurten/
Pics at http://uk.pg.photos.yahoo.com/ph/frankiennikki/
and http://community.webshots.com/user/frankiennikki