Box Full o’ Kitty

A box in a box effect.

Yesterday I received not one, not two, but three boxes in the mail. All were filled with cat food and we didn’t pay for any of it! Can you believe it? When I first started blogging, I never expected to be getting free food out of it. Sure, I expected to rise to celebrity status but I didn’t think humans would be showering this little ghetto kitteh with noms. I expected to be hitting the talk show circuit and in all the newspapers—and I don’t mean the police report.

I used to like boxes a lot more than I do now. Now I’m a little more careful about which boxes I climb into. That said, I didn’t jump into any of the boxes. Maybe it had something to do with TW’s camera sitting there like a weapon.

Is there a flashy box? Is the coast clear?

Today, my gut rot came from Petco. I did jump into that box but this photo is file footage. TW couldn’t get her flashy box quick enough today. I keep her on her toes. She didn’t expect me to jump into the box while she was putting the food away.

Since I’ve been wordy this week, I decided to keep this one short. I’m sorry TW hasn’t been letting me visit as much as I’d like. She’s trying to do something called cleaning. HAH!