Hideouts

The new year began with a lot of tearing up the couch and recreating it as a secret fort. Morgaine got her own special room and the boys began calling her the princess. Being a princess, she of course was not allowed to leave her domain. Every time she left, one of the boys would chase after and lug her back to the couch and shove her back in her spot.
With soothing, happy words. I finally pointed out the cat might need to use the litter box and that she was a sentient being and for God's SAKE LET HER GO! She also has a nice cadre of dinosaur guards to protect her from the...uh... I don't know what...
There were hours of peace and quiet while they pored over stacks of books in their "house"