My Assistant Assistant Boss Christine found an insultingly girly-pink box for me to keep my "toys" in. She calls this the "toy box."
Man-cats don't have "toy boxes."
Since my Assistant Assistant Boss Britta picked up my "toys" for me (she is a Very Good Employee), I was unaware of this "toy box" until after supper, when I visited the cataloging office to see if people were working. (They were.)
I am NOT happy about this "toy box" situation.
How am I supposed to get my Catnip ball out of there? I don't have thumbs! This is an Outrage! I demand a more Man-catly Feline Training Device Box by the end of the week, or I will. . . I'll. . . ummm. I'll think about that for a bit.
On a happier note, on Sunday I got to supervise a board meeting of the Indiana Gourd
I do not know much about gourds except to say that they are all over my Office and they are fun to smack into the wastebasket! Because they are fun to play with, I will approve future meetings of these Gourd Society Types in my library.
Waiting not-patiently for my Mancatly Feline Training Device Box,
(I'm thinking gunmetal gray with flames, or navy with Racing stripes,)
One Tough Cat,