"Don't even think about it...these are all mine"...says the look in Spike's eyes.Last week, younger boy decided he needed some real sustenance in our absence (we were in Calgary visiting eldest daughter and our new granddaighter) and ordered some pizza. When we returned from the airport we walked into the kitchen and saw Spike with his territory staked out. There was some pizza left and fortunately it was in one of the closed boxes, away from floating floof.
Two days later, when the empty boxes were stacked on the table by the front door, ready to go out into the recycling box, we found Spike settled on them once again. This time it was a more precarious perch and the boxes were actually hanging over the end of the table. One move in the wrong direction and Spike would have been on his way to the floor along with the boxes. No time for a photo then...grab cat quickly and deposit in living room, grab boxes and head out into the miserable cold to drop in recycling box.
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Spike says: Not only are the pizza boxes MINE, but everything else is. too! Window seats, cat beds, cozy quilts or afghans...mine, all MINE!
I don't believe for a second that Spike ate all that pizza - LOL!!!
Yes, I don't think Spike really cared about the pizza -- that's for beans. It's the boxes that were the true PURRize!
Where's he going to sit now that you've recycle them eh?
At least he has good taste!
Nubbin wiggles,
Oskar
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