The Cube Spill

We call it “The Cube.” It’s Livvy’s kitty cube. She likes it (although she prefers the corner of the couch primarily). Sometimes when she is frazzled and needs to be near me (I am always at my desk), I plunk the cube near where I am sitting. She is calmed and hides in her cube for a nap. The Cube has been in various places throughout the house. It doesn’t help that I tend to rearrange furniture ALL the time. I just get bored with the current arrangement. I don’t know if Livvy likes it when I move her cube. Whenever it’s in a new place, she slowly walks up to it and thoroughly sniffs it. Then, she settles in it in a grand home theater seating way… as if she’s saying she’s ready for her close up, Mr. De Mille….

Well, I had placed the cube up higher this time– off the floor and on a shelf. She loved it (she loves heights). She slept so well in the living room’s stratosphere that she really relaxed. Yeah, she stretched a little too far. It looked like she was spilling out of The Cube. Good thing she didn’t fall out! It’s a long 5-foot drop to the hard floor!