There were several weeks that went by. The boxes came and came. Some were really sturdy, some not. The good ones we kept. Just spread them around. Lizzy and Pixel loved it. The girls. Kitties. Three years old this spring. Equal in their constitutions and intentions. The boxes were enjoyed for a couple of weeks and just when we thought it was time to let them go, we got a couple more substantial ones. Something had to be done. I cut holes, taped together, reinforced and joined. We had a kitty fort. What fun.