Tarzan: The Christmas Gift Box

It occurs to me that I haven’t recently blogged about Tarzan.  Like myself, Tarzan is a geek, so he obsesses over things easily.  This is the story of Tarzan’s obsession with a box.

 

Tarzan and I had just arrived in Minnesota for Christmas, and his cousins, Sophie and Smokey, had been picking on him.  He got a little defensive and, Christmas Eve, while we were opening presents, decided to lay claim to a gift box.

He defended his gift box from his cousins any time they came near.  Eventually, he curled up and took a nap, so when it was time for bed, I took the box to my room and set it in the headboard.

Tarzan slept every night in that box in my headboard, so when it was time to New York, I brought it back with us.  A month later, the box still sits, wedged between my pillows.  It’s one of his favorite spots in the apartment.

What a geek.