I am, in fact, basically feline. My box obsession extends to buying new ones, especially if they’re tiny and “useless.” Husband theorizes that this is due to my innate cat-urge to pounce into and hide in them, but really I just feel like if I could find the right boxes, I could finally get my life together.
Tank. She’ll need it when she attempts world domination.
Although, come to think of it, she’ll need the plane too. Just be sure to tell her I’m ‘friend’ but not friend as in ‘friendly fire’, friend as in ‘don’t kill with tank’.
I have just been VINDICATED in my obsessive box hoarding. I’m moving, and finally have used every bloody last random box I have collected over years – WHOOP! To be fair, I might also be a cat.
AM I SECRETLY A CAT? Can I just lay in the sun and have someone feed me now? It’s time for my mid-morning nap. You can respond to this comment just before my mid-afternoon nap.
Oh gosh. I think we’ve found the flaw in the plan. I remember reading something about cats not having tastes in common with people. So probably no chocolate either, or anything that’s nice.
Shit. I had a new life dream, and just like that, it was crushed. Thank God I have wine to turn too.
OH. MY. GOD.
Did you know they make non-alcoholic wine for cats and dogs? Their tag line is literally:
Silence Killed The Dinosaurs 
I am, in fact, basically feline. My box obsession extends to buying new ones, especially if they’re tiny and “useless.” Husband theorizes that this is due to my innate cat-urge to pounce into and hide in them, but really I just feel like if I could find the right boxes, I could finally get my life together.
*mentally tallies the number of empty cardboard boxes currently in her apartment, counts at least 8*
Am…am I a secret cat?
Only you can answer that.
(Although I think 8 boxes is pretty reasonable)
Awesome, as always. I am about to buy my Grand Cat one of those boxes that looks like a tank.
That. Sounds. AMAZING.
Can’t decide. Tank OR airplane. http://www.halfa1000miles.com/wp-content/uploads/2016/09/tank-box.jpg
Um. Both.
I will mail you a CAT FORT (which is in a box in our shed) !
Tank. She’ll need it when she attempts world domination.
Although, come to think of it, she’ll need the plane too. Just be sure to tell her I’m ‘friend’ but not friend as in ‘friendly fire’, friend as in ‘don’t kill with tank’.
I keep boxes forever… then one day throw a bunch out… then the next day need boxes! :)
I have just been VINDICATED in my obsessive box hoarding. I’m moving, and finally have used every bloody last random box I have collected over years – WHOOP! To be fair, I might also be a cat.
I don’t think the two are mutually exclusive.
Well exactly!
everyone, even those dementz who think they h8 cats, are secretly cats.
There is a lot of truth in this.
AM I SECRETLY A CAT? Can I just lay in the sun and have someone feed me now? It’s time for my mid-morning nap. You can respond to this comment just before my mid-afternoon nap.
Now I’m mildly depressed about being a person.
Being a cat would be better.
Right?! Except for wine. I would miss that.
Oh gosh. I think we’ve found the flaw in the plan. I remember reading something about cats not having tastes in common with people. So probably no chocolate either, or anything that’s nice.
Shit. I had a new life dream, and just like that, it was crushed. Thank God I have wine to turn too.
OH. MY. GOD.
Did you know they make non-alcoholic wine for cats and dogs? Their tag line is literally:
“Why drink alone?”
I’ve never laughed harder. http://www.apollopeak.com/
PROBLEM SOLVED.
(Although not really, because it’s non-alcoholic)
And also pizza… I have to abandon the cat plan.