In a newly-revived effort to control and contain the clutter in our lives, yesterday Steve and I got a small trunk to hold some of our shoes downstairs.
As this was a new acquisition, it came home without the kitty seal of approval. Fortunately, Teaker was there to check everything out and make sure it was up to his stringent standards.
(making sure the new shoe box won’t be harmful to our sneakers and Crocs*)
(ensuring everything smells OK)
It sure is helpful to have a cat detective in the family. Thanks, Teaker!
* I’m not sorry that I own Crocs.