60 Second Makeover

Well, not my house, but the cats.

There was an unsavoury incident last night when big, fat Bob somehow snook into Meg's shoebox. When I came downstairs, Meg really was sat in the middle of the floor looking forlornely at me & that her nemesis snoring away in her home. After he left the box it had been stretched at the side & the bow in the cardboard was a perfect impression of Bob's stomach.

As Meg clearly has shown no intention of sleeping anywhere else, I thought I would give it a makeover to make it more presentable. I bought her a red fleecy blanket for the inside & branded the box.

As you can see from her face in the photograph she is now showing a new steely determination that she ain't going to accept anyone near her shoebox. She was caught out by ginger lad, but it won't happen again.