You have not truly lived until you have witnessed a cat in a box. If you haven’t, then you are missing out on one of life’s most profound experiences. Problems at work? Look at a cat in a box. Marital discord? Look at a cat in a box. Named as a defendant in a multi-million dollar lawsuit? Ah, forget it. Just look at a cat in box 😆
This is the secret to life right here. My boy Monty, IN A BOX!
His BFF, known as Punk, IN A BOX!
My blogging friend and fellow artist’s model Waverly made the wise suggestion recently that I publish a cat post to lift my spirits out from the evil beast. I told her I would follow her advice and with a “surprise”. So here it is. When Punk showed up out of nowhere last year, I assumed she was a male but with no actual proof. It turns out she is a female, and has graced my garden with two precious creatures. Congratulate me everyone. I’m a grandmother!!!
Here are Punk’s twin babies, IN A BOX!!!!!!
Monty is NOT the father. The father is some strange roaming male who was harassing Punk for a couple of days and has never been seen again since knocking her up. Typical male! Only cares about sex 😉
Punk and one of her troublemakers hanging out by the hydrangea bushes:
I’ve already spoken to my local vet. They told me that they do spay feral females and that I can bring Punk in as soon as the kittens are weaned. She lets me pick her up without too much resistance, so I’ll be able to place her in a box – um, “carrier”.
Monty again, ON TOP OF a box. He broke it from doing this. It collapsed right under him after I took this picture:
If you’re wondering what came in that box, it was something beautiful for my garden. Here he is:
Because I’m totally obsessed with this, here’s Monty one more time, IN A BOX!!!!!!
I don’t know what I would do during these difficult weeks without the wonders of nature and animals. They provide immeasurable joys and smiles. You were right Waverly, thank you.
My hydrangea bushes in their blooming glory: