From Maddie:There's no denying it - Washie can sometimes be, for lack of a better word, unusual. He makes his tail get all jiggy. It's like he's digging to China when he visits the "facilities." He won't let me eat his breakfast or dinner. I didn't need much convincing, but a recent discovery certainly sealed the deal.
While making a quick survey of Camp Shorewood in search of the perfect place for my mid-morning nap, I came across what looked like a plain cardboard box in the office:
Upon further inspection, I saw that it was occupied by none other than my weird brother.
Being more of a traditionalist, I tend to choose locations befitting my more decorous nature. Well, most of the time, anyway. 
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Washie LOOOOOOVVVES The Box. I remember one time, he spent a solid couple of hours trying to fit inside a box that was too small for him. When he finally decided it wasn't going to work, he sat on top of it, with his central section drooping down inside the box, and the rest of him hanging over the edges, like a massive cat "muffin-top".
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