My parents like to shop online.
I really like it when they do. It means I get boxes to play in.
They were being mean and put the last order they received on the kitchen table...out of reach.
Or so they thought.
If there is a box in the area, I will find it, have no doubts. Ok, I know you are thinking that this box looks a bit on the small side for me to fit in. It doesn't matter...no matter WHAT size...I like boxes. As long as I can fit my cute little butt in it, it's all good.
I have even taught my mom to leave me alone when I get on the table. Back in the day...before I had her trained...she would try to shoo me off of the table.
Can you imagine? Seriously, what was she thinking? No one can tell Meg what to do.