Sasha eventually started losing interest in the box. Latino said it was because the box was not clean and that I do not seem to care enough to clean it. Shortly thereafter, I brought my own special box and placed it right next to the original. Sasha flocked to it and made it her new nest. The box has a portion of the side cut out which provides a little ledge to rest her head. She even stopped harassing Latino in the kitchen because she was too cozy in her box.
The competition ensued between Latino and me. I was delighted that Sasha was choosing the box from me, and Latino loved to play off this and attempt to ignite jealousy in me. He began transferring her to the box from him. Sometimes she jumped straight into my box; sometimes she did not. I must admit I felt victorious when she selected my box, like for a brief period of time she forgot that Latino is her new favorite person. Soon Latino's theory was that she preferred whichever box was furthest from the wall. We began playing musical boxes and moving them to determine if the location in the room would affect which box she chose. Latino continues to antagonize me because he thinks it is hilarious that I get so excited when she prefers my box.
My favorite part of the battle is listening to Latino trying to convince Sasha about the benefits of his box. "That box is tall, grande, and sturdy. You can tell it is good quality just by looking at it. The other box is cheap!" We are comparing apples to apples here, but Latino makes it sound like he constructed her a throne made out of gold.
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