Mom got a new loom

She did get it just so I could have a new box! Well done, Mom!
Let me demonstrate how this rather flat box can be used. (It does remind a bit of a pizza box, doesn't it? I'm never allowed to take a nap in a pizza box, though.)

 

The Ultimate Beadloom. Who cares. It should say The Ultimate Beadloom BOX!

Are you ready? Watch.

A very classic position. As you can tell, the box holds almost all of my length, and believe me, I was not the runt of the litter.

Relaxed on my side. I call this my orgy position even if I don't have one of those old Roman couches. I also don't eat nightingale tongues.

It doesn't make a half bad bed, either. I've been told I passed out from one second to the next and didn't wake up until half an hour later ...

P.S. I know I didn't show the sitting up position. Well, do forgive me for being a bit lazy every, now and then. You know what a hard worker I usually am!

P.P.S. You can even use this box to puke on. I'm not going to show a picture of that one, though. Mom was not happy that I hit the carpet first and she was doing a lot of grumbling while cleaning up instead of pitying me for stuffing my face too much after she refused to get up at 3, 4, 5 and 6 am to feed us. I was hungry, geez ... and when I'm hungry, I tend to overdo it sometimes.

P.P.P.S. Of course the others are also allowed to use it after it has been cleaned up. Mom tried to get a picture of Esme and her yellow ball in the box, but she was too slow. Maybe she should have gotten her pick-her-up morning chai earlier!