The world of a cat is full of boxes.
There are the boxes you sit on when you’re watching your Girl clean and organize her workshop. She fills that box with little boxes. She does not appreciate when you chase runaway beads and herd them under The Boy’s bench. The Boy has not cleaned and organized HIS bench. Ever.
There are the boxes that contain your catnip ball because The Girl got tired of getting it when it rolled under the couch. This box also keeps you from rolling away when the nip takes hold and smooths all your edges.
And there’s the box you look out when your people decide to drink a beer on the porch. So rude. You tell them to come back in the house.
That’s the biggest box of all.