Ok, maybe it was cruel and unusual punishment to get this picture; making the boys wait while I took it. But I couldn't resist! Frequently, I see one or both of them waiting at the back door for me like this. That reminds me, I need to get some glass cleaner! Taken as I was coming home from work.
Why the name "Boxer?" Each time I go to the vet, they are expecting to see a large fawn-colored dog, and they get a little black & white cat instead. The name came about because of the boys' tendency to fight. Boxer would put up his dukes and bat around at Tigger, just like a boxer would, and with those mitts, I couldn't resist the name. Little did I know, it would turn out that he also loves boxes of any kind, shape, or form. He likes laundry baskets, large boxes, small boxes, boxes with lids, he loves boxes. Taken as I was preparing to re-model my bedroom.
Boxer also loves to find soft fluffy spots. When I finished remodeling my room in the spring, I bought this new comfortor for the bed. It occurred to me after getting it home that DUH! I had just brought home a 2-inch thick blanket in May! I didn't end up needing it until October! So for a little while it sat folded up on the dresser, and Mr. Prince found it. I'm sure he would have protested if there were a pea at the bottom. Taken in May, 2002.
For Halloween, I purchased this curtain to make a ghost in the yard. It never made it out to the yard, but Boxer approves of it as his number one favorite toy. He will drag that thing around the house, throw it up in the air, and run underneath it. Taken on a Saturday afternoon.