So last night I began packing. I started with my bookshelf, because what am I going to do with those 250 books between now and April 6?
5 boxes. Neatly stacked against the now-empty bookshelf.
2 cats, busily sniffing the one box we left out. Label: Greenies (cat treats... excuse me: Kitty CRACK) This was an empty box, remember.
2am - ice cream and the Office in our room, we hear a small crash. No... we think... no way...
enter the living room to find:
One bag of greenies in the middle of the room, gnawed open and halfway consumed.
One orange fluffball hiding behind the full boxes from a perch on the bookshelf (I'm freakin' out, man)
One shamefaced gray kitty sitting on the couch TRYING to look normal (What? Greenies? I've been sitting here the whole time, when did you get here?)
Oh kittehs.
2 comments:
Haha! Those greenies have addictive qualities I think.. Did they tear into the box? Or just find a bag?
I should have been clearer. There was an empty box from Andrew's Dad's pet store labelled Greenies. And a full bag of Greenies on top of the bookshelf. The bag was gnawed open. Theys crazy.
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