When Louie isn’t terrorizing Taylor, going hardcore Parkour all over the house, knocking things over, or stealing my things (make-up, pens, ear plugs, string, etc.)…
I’m putting him he’s climbing into things.
He sits there, lounging.
And tries to eat the box.
I wish he could be this calm (and contained!) more often.
When he’s old and boring I’ll have to remind myself how crazy he was as a kitten… he’s not even a year yet! Hopefully I will be able to appreciate his sedateness when/if he gets to that point.
Until then… I’ll keep boxes around.
And Taylor will just have to stay on his toes.