Category Archives: Bodine

I am one lucky duck that my job allows me to work from home on occasion. With the natural light to uplift my mood and some good old-fashioned classic rock softly thumping in the background (smoke on the waaaahta, fire in the sky . . .), it lends to a productive environment.

Until the cat shows up.

After he’s leapt onto the table to tip my coffee mug, Bodine settles his furry mass comfortably on my documents. Rather absent-mindedly, he bats about my pen with a lazy paw and asks, so whatcha doin’?

Please don’t think less of me when I tell you that I had to set up a trap. The cat left me no choice, you see.

It’s the only thing that will contain him effectively.

The Cardboard Box Cat Trap.

Hey Bodine, that’s a really nice box. Too bad they didn’t have one in your size.

We put this box in the kitchen so we wouldn’t forget to take it out to the recycling bin. That was two months ago.  Bodine commandeered the thing and now we have our very own hillbilly cat bed to explain to friends and family visitors.

That posture puts me in mind of an aging Marlon Brando. Bodine says if we would just put a few kibble on his belly and scootch his box over the to TV, he’ll be set for the evening.