Yesterday I explained to you the battle of the cardboard boxes here at the Welsh Hovel. I had put two out in the living room for the cats to sleep in. The Mrs insisted that the cats deserved a proper cat basket. I insisted that as fully fledged Northerners (from Liverpool), they thought cat baskets were for soft southern cats and, as per the famous Monty Python sketch, they were lucky if they had a cardboard box.
The Mrs, without me noticing, has removed one cardboard box claiming that it spoils the aesthetics of the room. Ooo er… that is what a posh education at Nottingham High School for young Ladies does for you. But the cats are unphased. Sian gets to use the remaining box while Quincey says “You slept in a cardboard box. How I wished for such luxury. I had to sleep on a plastic bag.”
