Slim isn’t so slim anymore, yet he still crammed himself into this comfortable box:
Horus and Baby decided to play with a shoelace. Of course, by the time I pulled out my camera, they weren’t so hyper anymore:
I’m working on a bunch of posts. In the meantime, the label on this box says it all:
Isis is determined to sit on this box.
Xena and Hercules are having a meeting of some sort. Perhaps complaining about the lack of catnip?
Socks taught the other cats how to open drawers and cabinets. This is what happened next: