Small square box, large round cat.

Our cats love boxes. If I had four boxes laid out, I’m certain all of our cats would make their homes in them. I put a small one on the ground and it was immediately adopted by our black cat Dutchess. Charlie, our chubby but genial marmalade tom, gave it an attempt at first, but seemed to come to the conclusion that there are just some things he isn’t built to do.

That is, until he decided he’d give it a try after all. Sorry, Charlie. It’s not blue and doesn’t say “Police Box” on it, but good on you for trying to Doctor Who your way in anyway.

My cat has, on various occasions, thought that he fit into the following:

Shoebox
Large boot
Egg Carton
Pillow case
Grocery bag
Cereal box
Cardboard coffee caddy from Tim Hortons
Roasting pan

And basically anything else that looks like it could contain anything at all.

Here’s the big fat furball, smooshed into things and lazing about.

Three-for-one special!

Lordy. It’s Charlie’s second cousin! When it comes to lazing about, Charlie is an artiste. He’ll lay on anything, but is especially fond of laying on things that belong to people. Put your coat down on the chair or couch and Charlie will materialize out of thin air and lay on it. Bags? He’ll lay on 'em. Anything that has your scent he’ll turn into a bed. It’s like a novelty to him.

Now those are some fast friends. My cats wouldn’t dream of sharing such tight quarters.

Copley’s law of boxes: Boxes contain cats.

And electric. That cat is electric.

Ahh, but does he lie down to eat? I had a gray tabby named Forbes, who came from the local animal shelter. He was 6 weeks old and they neutered him. :eek: My vet was insensed over it. (I digress)
He was so lazy he would lie with his head in his food dish to eat. I can’t find the picture, sorry.