I take the time every now and then to grab a box for The Kids. Whether it be at the liquor store or the office, I think of them constantly and understand their need to enjoy a bit of enclosure.
Presently, four boxes rest about the homestead. Kazon has claimed the two newest ones for his own use.
Oddly enough, he’s too large for one and just right for the other. Do you think he cares? Not!
This is Mr. Man in the box that is too small for him. I wish I’d captured a better photo of how cramped he looks. It seems terribly uncomfortable.