I have considerably less to pack for my move downstate thanks to Tuna. He’s managed to crash large pieces of art down to the glass, plundered junk-filled boxes of stuff I don’t really need and obliterated bags of faux greenery and objects d’art, rendering them garbage-worthy. His philosophy? It’s not necessary to pack anything that’s smashed. If I need cushioning materials, like rags or newspaper, I need look no farther than Tuna because he’s likely sleeping atop the stack. My troublesome kitten has returned full force as I purge and pack for my move. The dude’s helping. He really is.