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?