At first it was just a big ol' box laying in the center of the living room.
But somebody flipped it on it's side.
And then it was a place to corner the cat.
Somehow the box fell flat on it's back.
And then it was the perfect place to rest.
Or to ride like a car across the floor.
On it's side, it played like a drum.
And the flaps were great for peeking around like a door.
For an 11 month old, it wasn't just a box.
Trash day isn't till Thursday, so the battered box will live to see another day.
