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.

I never close the blinds on any windows save the one behind my desk (because several pieces of furniture and a lot of wires and cords make it a hazard).  I can’t imagine ever robbing The Kids of an opportunity to wallow in sunshine or to peer out with rapture on the goings on of the weather and wildlife that make this place magical.

And not one of my furry little children ignores the opportunities made available by wall-to-wall real-life television.

My sincere hope rests in giving them even more to watch and enjoy when we finally move to a rural area.  More important even than the windows, however, I desire with the whole of my heart to find a place with a screened-in porch where they can do more than watch from within.  I so hope we eventually land in a new home where they can spend time with me outside, but not outside, where they can enjoy fresh air as it rustles their fur, where the beauty of nature can truly embrace them without exposing them to the dangers of life in the big world.

[Kazon]