Cat-in-the-Box

I have decided that the in-box on Her desk is a very pleasant place to spend my naptime. Sure, it is a bit small for me, but you would be surprised how well I can roll myself up so that I fit. There is a nice, soft towel in there, that She put down for Kasey, but Kasey got tired of hearing the clickety-clicks while She was writing to all Her friends and grandchildren. Personally, I like to be right here where She is. If I am sound asleep, I don't notice if She went to eat lunch, or have a shower, and if I get wide awake, She is usually good for an extra snuggle or some more brushing. Yes, I will stay with the in-box, at least for awhile.
He and She are having their usual end-of-month anguish over His mother's situation. What She can't believe is how How His mother comes up with a new problem every month. Now l'ancienne wants to sell the bed in her room because her room mate is in the hospital, and she says she needs the money. He tries to talk sense to her, and She doesn't know whether to laugh or cry. It will be all up to you and Kasey when I get like that, She says. I'm sure She is joking. At least I hope so!
Some really good news is that LW's next sister found the present They had for her. It was in the gift bag all the time. She said She is glad, even though She feels like a doofus.
Back in the box for me. Nighty-night.