I decided last night to go through a box of stuff that has been sitting in my closet for the last two years. For some reason I put pot holders, table cloths and some other brick and brack in it. I got tired, shoved the stuff back in it, and went to sleep. This morning I woke up to a box explosion. Pot holders on top of the cat tree. Scratch had made a nest out of some table cloths, and Bit had decided to make a fort out of the box. Sometimes I love my boys, other times I don't want to look behind the computer desk and find some cloth napkins.