New bed

I bought a new pair of shoes this week and Meg has now moved into the highly desirable empty box.

She loves the large box at the side (also a shoebox), but has managed to squeeze herself into the new one. She will use it extensively until Big Bob latches onto its existence and breaks it the first time her tries to fit his gargantuan body into it.

Her face says it all: I am in the box. Do not approach the box. Your attention is not welcome. Please move away from my box.