Cat pizza
What is it with cats and boxes? Here is my cat making a futile attempt to stop me eating pizza. Ha, dumb cat doesn’t know I’ve already eaten them.
And here she is crammed into a box smaller than she is. Can I get her to go in her basket to go to the vets? Can I fuck. Yet she will happily squeeze herself into a tiny box just for fun.
Angela has kindly(?) tagged me to do some answering questions thing. I am going to have to make stuff up otherwise I am going to sound incredibly dull due to my life consisting solely of eating pizza and not leaving the house. And I can’t have that. But in the meantime I will put off doing it by taking pictures of cats in boxes instead which has the added bonus of taking my mind off the fact that I’ve got to spend all day on the tube and go to the other side of London later. I mean, zone 4? That’s practically abroad. Eek.
LOL Is that the new title for a Dr Seuss book ‘Cat in a box’ 😉
Zone four is that Devon?
one of my cats is crazy about brown paper bags esp. muji ones. my cats would have wrecked whatever you got growing in the background. is that fresh basil for pizzas? 🙂
oi!
I’m in zone five FFS!
(outer Hebrides)
Is that a new gadget in the second box, perhaps a confession is in order?
My cats do that too.Never mind the toys just give them boxes.
They’re chili plants that haven’t made it outside yet. Probably be a bit late now 🙂
No I have no gadget confessions to make. It’s a printer cartridge box.