boxy fun

my silly kitties. as soon as i got home from sam's and began unpacking my box of vitamin water into the pantry, skinny kitty decided the box should be his new throne. he enjoyed his view from atop the stove, then proceeded to enjoy sharpening his teeth on the stiff plastic. the chunky one got jealous of the new found box fun, jumped onto the stove, and kicked out skinny (please note: being true to documentary form, i was unable to intervene). chunky watched the skinny one triumphantly from above, but being "the big guy," was unable to get comfortable in the small box. sorry buddy...looks like this box was better suited to our more sylphlike friend.

ok, so this isn't my pet...but he is the reason why i'm scared to pick oranges from our tree, and why i walk so fast up my street on my way home from work. you can't tell from the picture, but he's kinda big, he has a really low and loud bark, and i have absolutely no reason to believe that the half-ripped screen will keep him from lunging out the window at me. somebody get a new screen, please.