My House = Kitty Fortress of Doom
First, let me start out by saying, packing is the bane of my existence. We have moved 6 times in the last 4 years. I’m DONE. Everything we’ve ever owned is boxed up and sitting in our living room. The cats think this is their personal fortress. As I walk in the door from work, I am startled by my little Josie. She just wants to say “I’m so happy you’re home” but clinging to my head as she straddles a china box is NOT the way to do it. I’m not sure what they will do when the movers arrive to disassemble their giant kitty playground. I suppose once we move to the new house “stairs” will be the newest cat toy. Should be interesting.
