Neutrino's New House!

Cats can't conceive of their owners buying anything that isn't for them, which is why they watchi intently as you remove the useless stuffing any boxes you bring home before leaping into their new toy. They think it's cute that you amuse yourself with what, to them, appears as unnecessarily complicated packing foam.

(And I only wrote "owners" in that previous sentence so you wouldn't get upset about "slaves." )

Cats LOVE boxes. We're not sure what instinct drives them to leap into any cardboard container they can find, and can only imagine that there used to be some sort of delicious reverse-turtle mouse which moved around the savannas inside an opened container.

Xin and I are inveterate stuff-getters, on the grounds that

1. Stuff is awesome
2. I can afford stuff now

Anyone with experience in material wealth will know that this turns our apartment into an infinite box generator where storage space is constantly subdivided into tighter and tighter rearrangements of cardboard Tetris. Once the warranties expire these containers are consigned to recycling, but then I realised: why re-use them for the good of the entire planet when I can instead re-use them for a single cat?

It'll also make it easier for us to actually unpack things

The humble first step in this packing palace is the box of a humidifier we puck up in Pacific Mall: it's already ended the days of waking up with burning sandpaper where our throats used to be, and because we bought it in a cheap Chinese housewares store I'm fairly sure the return policy expires before you even pay for it. Not exactly an expansive estate - more a cardboard kennel - but Neutrino moved in almost instantly.

Behold!

The Neutrino is IN

But he doesn't welcome visitors:

(I think I'll have him answer the door next time someone tries to sell stuff.)