Windy, you don't fit there anymore
Sunday, August 15, 2010
Short explanation: Windy is our cat, we got him when he was a kitten.
When we left the house during the day we put him in the pink carrier bag to keep him from chewing wires or who knows what when nobody was around; as a result Windy got to love the carrier bag and treated it as his bed.
Windy grew up, we upgraded his box to a hard plastic one. He sleeps there but still feels an attachment to the pink one.
Then we got another kitten. The pink carrier bag is just right for him so he'll use it from time to time. Windy's way too big to fit in there anymore. Windy begs to differ.
Even with an extra plastic bin inside (don't ask me how it got there), Windy makes a valiant effort to protect his territory, against the newcomer.
At the end of the day though, it's not a big deal.
When we left the house during the day we put him in the pink carrier bag to keep him from chewing wires or who knows what when nobody was around; as a result Windy got to love the carrier bag and treated it as his bed.
Windy grew up, we upgraded his box to a hard plastic one. He sleeps there but still feels an attachment to the pink one.
Then we got another kitten. The pink carrier bag is just right for him so he'll use it from time to time. Windy's way too big to fit in there anymore. Windy begs to differ.
Even with an extra plastic bin inside (don't ask me how it got there), Windy makes a valiant effort to protect his territory, against the newcomer.
At the end of the day though, it's not a big deal.
