I brought home a lovely box from the post office again. As usual, Nikki fell
in love with it, and snuggles in it every so often. There is some lovely
crinkly packing paper on the bottom of the box, too, to dig down under.
Surprisingly, she doesn't use it as a litter box.

Today, I got home a little late from work, and the cats were *starving*, so
they told me in no uncertain terms. After they had eaten, Nikki went to her
box again, and snuggled down. But she didn't lay down to sleep, as she
usually does, she hunched down with her ears back. I thought, "oh, we are
going to have a fit of the crazies on our hands in a minute." Then Frank
walked past the box, Nikki stood up on her back legs and bapped him, and
sank back down into the box.

Frank jumped about three feet in the air, and ran off. After a while, he had
to pass the box again, but this time he dashed past it at top speed, so as
not to get bapped by the monster in the box. Now, each time he passes the
box, he walks up slowly, then makes a mad dash past the box, then walks
normally again.

Nikki is trying a new tactic. Each time Frank is approaching the box, she
hunkers down and prrts very sweetly and innocently, but she hasn't fooled
Frank yet. He is not going to get bapped any more!

Here's Nikki looking sweet and innocent in the box:

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Marina