We’re well into an ongoing project to clean out the garage because, well, reasons. It’s going well, and we’re finding some amazing stuff. Things we’d totally forgotten we owned or have been saying “where the heck did we put…” about.
To give us room to work, we’ve been moving the car out and leaving the door open. Which means we get some curious looks from the neighbors.
And an occasional supervisor.
Tuxie seems very interested in the process, no matter how often we point out that the garage is not and will not be his turf.
He’s not impressed with that argument.
His attitude seems to be “If I can see it, I ownz it.”
We’re bribing him with extra krunchiez to leave–we don’t want him settling down in a box and getting trapped, after all–and so far it’s working.