The great box standoff
The new bookshelf came flat-packed in a box that, by any reasonable measure, is too small for a five-kilo cat. Pumpkin disagrees with reasonable measures.
She spent most of Sunday folded into it like a croissant, glaring at anyone who suggested the box might be recycled. Mochi tried to join twice and was escorted out both times.
The bookshelf is assembled. The box remains in the hallway. We have accepted our new floor plan.