The kitties liked the box. They barely fit into it, but that's not a problem. They still try.
This weekend the very same sister-in-law that allowed me to buy such fantastic stuff has invited me over for a quilty Saturday, so I'm excited that I can work on my new stuff then!
Well, time to take one of the box-cats to the vet. Due for his yearly checkup and pokes, so it shouldn't be too pricey, but he's worth it.
Luka, laying down, needs to see the vet. Tucker, sitting up, does not. They're my boys. Related only by adoption, though my hubby and I seem to be the only ones who can tell them apart and we think they look nothing alike.