P365 Day 208: Why we don't buy cat beds

Small cat, large box:



Large cat, small box:



Yeah, Fred-Kitty might be the big(-headed) cat, but she knows to choose her fights wisely. If Joe wants the big box, Joe gets the big box. I actually had to take the microwave box away from both of them today because Joe-Kitty was eating the Styrofoam inserts. I don't know why. I can't imagine it tastes good ... or tastes like anything, really.

I can't settle on a soundtrack for today. Some Green Day, some Dresden Dolls (hard time deciding which video to link), a little Ben Folds, a little Weezer ... even the new Rob Zombie released yesterday (so far, it's so-so, so ...).

Speaking of Green Day, I made a big request of Paul last night: If, in the unlikely event we fall into a mountain of money, could we drive to New York to see "American Idiot" on Broadway? (Load that link. Listen to "21 Guns" on the front page.) We have done this once before: We drove to NYC to see "Avenue Q," so this wouldn't be unprecedented. We decided it's a go if money and time fall into place. I'm not packing my bags yet, but that would be so awesome.

OK, I'd better go check on cats and boxes and such things.