Not us, the kitties! Though I can imagine you'd think we were in the middle of relocating from all the boxes stacked in our upper hall -- we're actually updating a bedroom. Which makes the new nooks and crannies in the hall a prime kitty playground (preyground?).
Etta especially likes nosing her way under, around, and into the boxes. She's been more reserved in her interactions with us, preferring to perch politely and observe most of the time.
Though you wouldn't be able to tell if you happened to catch her with our big feather toy. When we bring it out, she leaves any cozy spot ...
and her sense of decorum ...
Happy Thanksgiving, Dear Ones
18 hours ago