There is no doubt the play cube has been a success. Barely a day goes by without Not Cat jumping in and out of it. Sometimes, for a bit of variety, he jumps on top of it. Sometimes he pushes it along.
With the rain this month, it has been given a thorough workout at wet playtimes. It is looking rather battered. There are a few small holes and I have had to wrap metal spokes and put corks on the end of them to stop lethal injuries.
You might think I am looking forward to its eventual demise, the day when I can put it in the bin with a clear conscience.
You’d be right. Almost. But such is Not Cat’s pleasure in this toy I think I shall have to get another.
My consolation is that this box, which he also quite likes, looks even worse.
So in honour of the orange object, I give you The Play Cube Haiku:
In the sitting room
the play cube leans drunkenly
orange to one side.