“Think outside the box” is a popular phrase that any cat would tell you is complete bunk. (Well, they would tell you that if they knew any words beyond “food” and “now”.) Inside the box is infinitely better than outside. In our house, the favorite game is Feline Overlord sits inside a box and Cowardly Boy Cat gazes on adoringly. Its a wonderful game that can last for hours.
Which is why there is usually an empty box sitting around in my living room. I get them from the people who stock shelves at grocery store late at night. I’ll bring a box home, set it out and its the best thing ever! For about a week. After that its dead. It looses its appeal and no one will play with it. That’s when the human servant (me) has to go get a new box.
Or cut some holes in it. Then its the best thing ever! Again!
(A word of explanation: Feline Overlord is, as you may have noticed, all black.
When she hides in a box she’s practically invisible, which I’m sure is the whole point. I had to take these pictures outside on the porch where there is plenty of light. But trust me, I really do live with a series of big cruddy boxes in my living room. Its easier to just give them what they want.
Also Badkitty-picture-time would be so much easier if Cowardly Boy Cat would be interesting. He’s so much more photogenic. But he mostly he just sits around and looks startled. Poor baby.)
Back to the topic at hand, our box had died. Human servant didn’t feel like getting a new one just yet. So she cut a few holes cleverly placed holes and… BAM! Its a alive again and better than ever!
And Cowardly Boy Cat gazes on adoringly.