Whenever a box comes into our lives I usually leave it on the floor for a few days so the cats can play in it before I break it down for recycling. This box has been around since Valentine’s Day, which embarrassingly means it’s been in this corner of the apartment for over a month!
There is a reason for keeping this box that extends beyond our own laziness, and even beyond how cute Rutherford B. Hayes is sleeping here.
In the middle of the afternoon Doc starts to cry and cry for me to play with him. He is so loud and so persistent that I can’t make phone calls when he’s awake!
I put Doc in this box in one corner of the room and I gather up the ridiculous amount of cat toys and stand in the opposite corner. One by one, I throw the cat toys
at to him in the box. He tries to catch them out of the air and bats them all around the box. By the time I’m out of cat toys Doc has found something else to keep his attention for a few minutes so I can go back to work.
I can’t help but think that having a deaf cat is preparing me for having a toddler someday! By the looks of things, Doc and I will have to kick RBH out of his new bed next time we want to play.