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On monday I'm moving into my new place. Tonight I put most of the kitchen into boxes that I folded on the floor. Flynn's eyes are rolling back in ecstasy because he loves everything about cardboard boxes. He likes the way his nails sound against them, he likes to climb inside them and clean himself. He likes to stretch out on them and to walk across them slowly, and most of all he likes to tear little pieces of them off with his teeth and then line the insides of the boxes with the smaller pieces in a nest-like fashion. The look he gets on his face while doing any of these things is the look of a completely content and fulfilled individual. He looks like a creature who is fulfilling his one true purpose in life. Currently he is lounging on the box of yet-to-be folded file boxes, just dreaming about all the cardboard goodness underneath of him.