Okay not really. But, we got the Cat Condo put together. And it’s like Minas Tirith for Cats, I swear.
It came in a ginormous box. In many pieces.
Tell me Legolas. What do your elf eyes see?
A shadow and a threat have been growing in my mind. Something draws near, I can feel it.
Oh. Never mind. It’s you. This is all your fault.
Soon, like the gleaming White City, White Tower of Ecthelion gleaming in the sun, the Cat Condo of Gondor arose from the Plains of the Hardwood Floor. Seriously I keep expecting the Rohirrim to charge ’round the sofa any minute now.
And there was much rejoicing. And then some napping.
Except, you know cats. Eventually they got bored and abandoned the White City of Gondor to play “The Pass of Cirith Ungol” in the big cardboard box. For hours they have been merrily leaping out at anyone who passes, like little trapdoor spiders.
YOU! Shall! Not! Pass!
Seriously. This is what I did instead of working today?