Dear Izzy, you are one spoiled kitty. Because we know you love boxes, we have indulged you by leaving four of them out so that you can play in them. They are overtaking the house. But because we love you and think you're the cutest thing ever, my guess is they're not going anywhere. I particularly love when you get in the smallest of the boxes. It's perfectly Izzy sized. It's especially cute that you like to be carried around in said box. For all the things you squirm away from, the mere fact that you like to be carried in and on things is endlessly amusing to your humans.

But I'm telling you: Four boxes is my limit! Don't go asking for me.

Signed,

Your adoring Mother