Necessity - Mother of Invention

For Toby's upcoming birthday, Jesse said she was going to make a cover for the cat litter box. "Why don't you just buy one?" I asked.

"I don't like the store-bought lids." she replied.

And so she found a large box - the one Buck sent his cigar boxes in. She said it already smelled funny, so it would work well. I don't really understand her logic, but she proceeded to cut a door in the big box. Then she put it over the cat box. I'm not sure the cat will have room to stand up in the box. Can a cat poop laying down? She did admit she may have underestimated the height of the cat. She said she would add a handle. I told her to be sure and use duck tape for that.

Toby asked if was a convertible cat box.

It reminded me of a time years ago when we lived in Questa, NM. Toby and I came home to find that Bo, who was probably 13 at the time, had made a basketball goal for himself. He had used a long pine log for a pole. He had found some boards and nailed them onto the log for a back board. Then he had found an old tin wash tub with a rotted-out bottom and nailed it to the boards. He had dug a hole in the rocky NM soil and put his homemade goal up in the drive way and playing basketball. It worked well, but looked ridiculous. Toby's reaction was, "Good grief! I can buy the boy a basketball goal!" And he did. I think it was all a ploy.

Jes and the GGs