Last summer, the arrival of the kittens coincided with getting a new desk for Alpay's study. The kittens lovedthe enormous corrugated carton from the desk. They immediately latched onto it--both figuratively and literally--and soon it became a combination hidey hole/scratching post, in which they would sink their claws with eye-rolling relish. The more time passed, the more attached they became and the more difficult it was to envision our life without the carton's mammoth bulk and ever-present cardboard shreds. We figured If the kittens were working on the carton, they were't working on the furniture. That was the theory, anyway.
And so a huge, half-shredded carton sat in the living room for, let's see, eight months, because we couldn't bear to disappoint the kittens.
The carton got the boot this weekend for perhaps the most efficient ratio of time spent/result achieved.
Above: before. Okay, it takes up most of the wall. But it's a small wall. Below: after.
Getting Rid of The Kittens' Cardboard Box