Because you all are awesome and amazing and crazy generous, there's a lot of cardboard in my house. And I do mean A LOT. There's something that happens at Amazon that causes people to think it's a good idea to pack a single book in a box big enough to ship a 7-year old cross country. Not that I would do that, you know. I would totally tell the 7-year old to walk before I tried shoving her in a box and sticking her in the mail.
ANYWAY. Cardboard. There is a truly insane amount of it around these parts, in no small part because Amazon likes to put tiny things in very big boxes. Oh, and there are a LOT of very big boxes.
Along with the arrival of much cardboard has come the begging for much cardboard. Alexis is a hoarder (I wonder where she gets that from?) (Hint: NOT ME.), so she wants the boxes. All of them. She could fit SO many things in those boxes! All of the things! So many things she would possibly stop asking for that Tummy Stuffer that she will not get for Christmas because OH HELL NO. Boxes!
I keep saying "No." I'm mean like that. Also, I don't really want to have to sort through those boxes, so I'm mean and focused on self-preservation.
While I was busy protecting the boxes from Alexis, I forgot to protect them from someone else.
Kiara.
Kiara the kitten is like WOOOOOWEEEE! BOXES! I'm going to give her four of them for Christmas and she's going to think I'm the most amazing human ever because seriously she's all BOXES!!!!!!
She has spent the last several days playing with the boxes, hiding in them, chewing on the corners, and generally just enjoying their company. I believe candlelight dinners and long walks on the beach have been involved.
But then today she took her love to a new level ... Today Kiara found a strip of cardboard that was loose and she picked that cardboard up so she could carry it around with her. She stroked it and began calling it George and sat on the stairs, hugging her cardboard. It was a match made in heaven.
Kiara and her cardboard.
There is no such thing as sitting contently and enjoying the moment in this house, so of course Kiara's joy was interrupted. The interruption's name is almost always Penny. This time, Penny went barreling up the stairs, her curly tail wiping across an invisible windshield at top speed.
Penny and Kiara get along. In fact, they get along very well. Kiara is the boss and Penny has figured out that she can't change that. They sleep next to each other and hang out all of the time.
But not when there's cardboard involved, apparently.
As Penny neared Kiara and her one true love, Kiara FLIPPED THE HELL OUT. She hissed, stood up so she could arch her back, and full on bitch-slapped Penny so she wouldn't touch the cardboard. Penny is Penny, so she just kept going and didn't even noticed that she had just been smacked down by something less than half her size.
Kiara noticed, though.
When Penny finished passing by, Kiara went back to hugging her cardboard. She kept one eye on the dog, though. JUST IN CASE.
Excuse me while I go shred an entire cardboard box. I want to see what Kiara does if she has hundreds of strips of cardboard to love.