When Sarah left Samoa for Indiana, she gave me this beautiful "sleeping mat" interwoven with purple and orange dyed stands. I didn't have room for it on the floor, so I placed it on top of my bookcase, stacked so high that I didn't think my kittens would be able to get up there. But you should never underestimate a kitten and it's desire to get at anything new and precious.

One afternoon, I came home to my fale to find that one of the kittens, probably Fil, who is a great leaper (Mak is a little too lazy), somehow got up there and ripped the the mat down from its heights. Both kittens were sleeping away on it peacefully. This is rare, because usually when I come home, they zip out the door, tails twitching in excitement to see me, or to get fed, I haven't decided which yet.

The mat has since become Fil's favorite place to sleep. Mak ocassionally joins her, but he usually prefers to sleep on top of me, my clothes, or in my box full of packing corn.