in our second year of dating, my boyfriend found a tiny kitten that had somehow snuck into his basement. the little creature was terrified, and thus was lured into a looney tunes-esque trap: a standard file box topped with a skyline chili can, propped with a ballpoint pen tied to a string.
it βs been two and a half years and itβs safe to say that he is now our friend π₯²
