The box story pictures flow clockwise from here —v
Sofie: Hey, Mini, what’ya doing up there? (While sucking on the blanket because the box is scary and making her nervous.)
Mini: Mom got new rain boots so I got a box.
Nine: What do you mean, Mini, that YOU got a box? Let me see that box. (As he jumps up on the bed to investigate.) Get out now, I want the box! (Trying to throw his weight around.)
Mini: No way! Finders keepers, losers weepers. (Crouching low to fill the space.)
Mom note: Later that night in the dark, Nine was hiding in the box while the others were nowhere to be found. Who’s the keeper now!
I cannot imagine a life without cats!
Just another CATDogDaz morning at the zoo ❤ 
Genevieve Petrillo
July 1, 2017 at 05:14
Boxes are always an amazing find. Finders keepers…? Not always, I guess…
Love and licks,
Cupcake
dogdaz
July 1, 2017 at 08:10
Hehehe. Since there is only you and your Mom, we bet you is the keeper almost always.
15andmeowing
July 1, 2017 at 22:14
Boxes are the best 🙂
dogdaz
July 2, 2017 at 09:31
Absolutely
pibblelife
July 4, 2017 at 12:10
Whatever happened to “sharing is caring”?? BOL! If I ever saw an empty box I would probably try to eat it. Or at least rip it to shreds.
dogdaz
July 4, 2017 at 14:44
Dogs rip. Cats sit.