Wife went to Costco yesterday, which means lots of cardboard boxes, which means heaven for one of our cats. This cat is obsessed with cardboard boxes.
This morning while I was walking to the kitchen, I saw one cat managed to get a box flipped over on top of her. Cardboard-obsessed cat was nearby, waiting. I flipped the box over to release trapped kitty, and within an instant of the box hitting the floor, cardboard-obsessed cat sprang into the box claiming it for herself. Upon landing in the box, her body language was such that the first thing that went through my head was:
This is my box.
There are many like it, but this one is mine.
My box is my best friend.
It is my life.
I must master it as I master my life.
My box, without me, is useless.
Without my box, I am useless.
With apologies to the US Marine Corps. 🙂
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I swear, cats and their boxes are a strange relationship indeed. And now that that box has been claimed, God help you if you take it away and try to replace it with something potentially better…
I’ve encountered cats that love boxes, or love a paper bag, or other such thing. but I’ve never seen one as obsessed with cardboard as this particular cat. She’s unreal.
I came home last night from the AT-2 Force-on-Force classes. Throwing away some trash from my car and I noticed Wife or Kids put the boxes in the recycle bin. I brought them back into the house (not for the cat… I can cut them flat, trace some outlines, and viola… DIY IPSC targets), but the moment it returned to the house… cat was pouncing on them, reclaiming her box.
Sometimes I wish I could get inside the head of my pets to know just what was going on in there. I can say that about my kids too…..