Every once in a while, we order something that comes in a pretty large box. My recent suitcase purchase fits that description. We call these boxes Cat Cannons, because one of the cats will get in there and invariably shoot out like a cannonball. Today, Stanley decided the latest Cannon doubles as a fort.
He likes to claim new forts, even after they’ve been chewed to bits by his little brother. I can’t blame him. Everyone likes a good fort.