Our microwave gave up the ghost, so we got another, and the big box is sitting in a corner of the dining room, waiting to be recycled. The top flaps are down, but the kitties know how to get in, anyway, they just kinda lift the flap up and get in, and the flap falls back down, and you can't tell there is a kitty in there.
Lizzie, the golden retriever, was sniffing at the opening, and Eleanor, who was in there, quickly lifted out one paw and *whack* on Lizzie's nose. Lizzie was very surprised. Ben said we should call it a "whack-in-the-box." |
