Cat in a box
Cats cannot resist boxes. They sit on them, in them, under them. They jump onto them, leap off them, sharpen their claws on them.
The box may look too small for them, but they will squeeze themselves in, regardless.
The other day it was Herschel’s turn to explore a fairly sizeable box.
He jumped in, peeped over the top, sniffed about, looked around and then leapt out again.
This is what he said.
I can
hear something. Who’s there? I’m warning you, keep out of my box. Yes, I mean
you, Jellicoe.
What’s that over there? Shall I go and have a look? Can I be bothered?
Getting bored now. There’s not much going on in here. Think I’ll find something else to do.
