The Death Of My Light Box

Yeah so, the cat? She killed my lightbox. Siiiiiigh.

It was sitting on top of the three plastic drawers that hold a ton of my crafting stuff (uh, when I actually decide to put it away), along with two desk lamps that I used as my lighting source(s?). I went over to the dining room table to start working, and I noticed that both lamps were on the floor, one of them twisted and bent in an unfortunate manner. As I was fairly certain that I had not left them like that, I looked on top of the drawers and noticed that the lightbox was tilted and suspiciously covered in cat littler. She has ruined the poster board that went inside the box, as well as further distorted its shape. I sighed, admitted defeat, and threw it in the trash.

So! Now I am in the market for a new cardboard box. Anybody wanna help me out?

Pets

Sometimes I wish that I had pets whose main goals in life were not simply Eat, Sleep, or Poop. Alas, here they are (in Eat, Sleep, and Poop order, actually):

(Sure she's pretty, but her plans for world domination are almost complete...When the opposable thumbs she ordered arrive, watch out!)


(If she can't see me, she can't pick me up! Run away! Run away!)



(Yeah, she's actually doing a somersault to get away from us. Flaily Von Flailingston.)

Of course, as I am writing this, the cat is stretching and making silly sleepy noises at me. Perhaps she does have an Affection setting; it is just buried beneath layers of Evil.