All your pizza boxes are belong to us.
A couple of Sundays ago we had poker night at our place. Lots of pizza was consumed. We woke up the following morning to find this:
Mookie has fallen head over heels for this pizza box. He spends most of his day rubbing himself all over it, and sleeping on it.
We don't have the heart to take it away from him.
Yesterday I was on the computer and I noticed that Mookie was running around the apartment and freaking out. Upon further investigation, I discovered this:
Um, Houston, we have a problem here.
Seriously, leave me a message! .