I woke up from a nightmare... one of those standard family-dying-and-you-can't-do-anything dreams. So I'm sitting in the other room, futzing on the computer. There's a 12 pack Dr. Pepper box on the floor. Ekho is trying to stick his head in it, but the hole is on the end, so he's turning the box around and around in circles trying to get his head inside. Oh! He's pushing it forward... and into the leg of the drafting table! His head is now firmly stuck inside. He shakes the box to try to free himself and can't. He finally manages to get his head unstuck by pushing the box away with his front paws. He is looking at the box as if to say "What did you do THAT for?!"
Is it sad that I enjoyed that so much?