Friday, September 01, 2006


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?


At 5:03 AM, Blogger Myfanwy Collins said...

I guess when you are as pretty as he is you can do whatever you want for no reason.

At 1:14 PM, Blogger Maryanne Stahl said...

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'.


Happy belated birthday!!!


At 3:04 PM, Blogger Stephanie said...

I'm thinking about going to sit in a box now. It just seems to appealing. :)

At 3:47 PM, Blogger Jordan E. Rosenfeld said...

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?

At 4:34 AM, Blogger That Girl, The Writer said...



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