The Cardboard House

You know when your human is really excited and gets a lot of things from different rooms such as tape, a bread knife (best saw for cardboard), scissors, strings, boxes, a chair that you can turn into a ladder, pillows, blankets and a camera to document every bit of it? And you’re like Oh well, as long as she doesn’t take my scratching pad?

I guess I’m lucky that she also left the green armchair in peace.

I dunno why Mom is looking at me with joy and anticipation, but I’m quite comfy here. I’d appreciate if she’d deal with Granny though – she started complaining that “her” living room looks worse than it did when Mom was a kid and had her toys spread all over the place?