Caterday (yeah, little late)

In the pink room of my house, which is also the guest bedroom on the rare occasion I have one of those (guests, not bedrooms), there is a place where two of those collapsible cloth hard-sided bins go. I always have them pushed in, although they are empty.

Ever since Max came I keep finding one or both of them pulled out, not far, just enough to notice.

Last Sunday I got photographic proof of just what was going on.

From the expression he has,
I don't think I was supposed to see this.