This pink hamper used to be my laundry hamper. It has since been claimed as Fort Gunnar. Then Fort Ozzy. Then Fort Gunnar again.
The hamper is light and collapsible and every time I've left it out over the years Gunnar has claimed it. He likes to jump on it and watch it collapse. Or bat it around. I've even seen him drag it down the hallway. But Fort Hamper-Kit-A is a favorite spot to lurk and swat at anyone who happens by: human ankles or kitty foes.
 |
| None shall pass. |
 |
| Toes are delicious. |
I left it out a week or so ago doing laundry. And the kitties had so much fun with it, I didn't put it up and just let them play with it. So, for days, I feared for my ankles every time I'd skirt by that hamper.
It moved from place to the place. By the wall, closer to the bedroom, and to the top of the stairs. That made me nervous. I was worried about them rolling the hamper down the stairs. Each time it got too close, I'd move it against a far wall. But they'd tussle and move it around again.
One Sunday, there was a huge commotion and the hamper ended up at the bottom of the stairs. I promptly put the hamper up. No kitties were injured but I'm not risking it.
