Someone at work made the comment yesterday that they bet my apartment is immaculate. It is most of the time. Oh I might be slow to getting to the dusting and vacuuming some days, but there is never a time I feel compelled to say, “pardon the mess…” because it doesn’t happen. Everything has a place and is in that special spot. Everything with the exception of the empty box in my office.
Usually by now boxes from shipments have been broken down and stored for when I move, tossed in the trash or given away to someone in need of my used, cardboard containers. But things shifted a bit this last Avon shipment. Once the box was empty my cat claimed it. She often does play in them for a bit, but this time she has taken ownership. I find her sitting in there at all hours of the day, and especially if I’m here in the office working on something.
Maybe she wants a bed? Or perhaps she just likes being close to me when I’m home. But I haven’t had the heart to remove this box because she seems to have grown attached to it. Rather than tossing it, I think I’ll just make a quick throw and line it so she has a comfy place to hang out.