Camping In The Kitchen

Scout has a darn good life but he’s been experiencing some anxiety whenever I leave home. An act as simple as running out to the compost bin is worrisome to him. Leaving for work is a traumatic event every single day.

This is a relatively new development, along with a handful of other behaviors that I hope are just part of a phase – like the terrible twos.

I’m trying to help him through this phase as much as possible. Part of that simply means keeping him entertained with active playtime, lots of toys and plenty of windows to sit in and watch birds.

My home currently looks like a bunch of cats had a frat party – there are toys everywhere.

A pal from work gave him a new favorite toy for Christmas – a tent that’s just his size. Technically, it was from Ben’s cat Casper but someone had to deliver the package!

Scout loves his tent and always keeps it stocked with mousies and jingley bells. It’s great for play, for naps and for hanging out while I cook.

And while he drags his shark tunnel all over the house, the tent isn’t allowed to leave the kitchen. Don’t ask. That’s just where it lives and it’s non negotiable.

While it’s a little annoying walking around all his stuff, who could say no to this little face?