Rain, rain, rain–it just won’t stop. Our Chewy order came this morning–amazingly, the delivery man actually put it in the foyer instead of leaving it outside to get soaked–and Robbie has claimed the box before I can even open it. What is it with cats and cardboard boxes?
I sort of feel like crawling into a cardboard box myself. But I’ve invited you all to my imaginary porch party, so the least I can do is be awake. Besides, we have lovely weather for the party.
Anyone for stickball?
Chewy boxes will be provided for those who get jealous of the cat.