I know, I know. Two Sekhmet posts in one day. But truly, she has been bonkers lately. The Goober's been chasing her and it makes her crazy.
When the husbeast and I were little, we always loved playing with boxes. So these days, when we get boxes in the mail, we give them to the Goober to play with. She eventually trashes them, and we throw them away. That said, we've often got two or three boxes sitting around in the living room. Lately, Sekhmet has been enamored of one in particular:
She gets into it all the time, sits there, circles around, and eventually gets back out again.
Today she figured out what she wanted to do with it: Lay down. Mind you, this is a fifteen pound cat crammed into this box. I'd have sworn there was no way she'd fit in there, until I turned around, and there she was.
I think she's defying the laws of physics, somehow. Or else she'll collapse into a black hole, soon, and have her own gravitational field. Light is starting to bend around her.