Cat-in-the-box
The important question needs to be asked: Why is my cat in this box? Because he doesn't know, and I don't know, but there he is. For, you see, when you put out a box, Figaro MUST get into that box, and then he must begin to howl a mournful song that must mean something, but what?
Another case in point, December, 2006:
Then again, we never really bothered to ask the question, why does he love chess so much?
posted by Jordan E. Rosenfeld @ 1:45 PM
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4 Comments:
I guess when you are as pretty as he is you can do whatever you want for no reason.
my cats, too, are box-addicted. so I bought them each a pretty little wicker basket.
Each cat looked at me with disdain, clearly thinking (in French) 'this is not a box'.
So.
Happy belated birthday!!!
xxx
I'm thinking about going to sit in a box now. It just seems to appealing. :)
Heh! Myf, don't tell him he's pretty. It goes to his gut.
Maryanne, I agree that most cats probably do think in French. Mine, however, sounds a bit like Roger Rabbit, I'm quite sure.
Steph: Isn't sitting in a box a diagnosible condition for humans?
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