Dreams in a Box

I’ve published pictures of Kola sitting in a box, but they don’t convey how comfortable he can become in his cardboard container. His latest piece of furniture is the lid from a mandarin orange box. This one, in keeping with the continual cheapening of everything provided to consumers, is as thin as it can be without being called paper. Therefore, it is relatively pliable. This quality may contribute to its popularity with the Floof King.

He will lie in his box in preference to the heated towels with which the comfy couch in the parlour is provided, though he may resort to them in the chill of a night. During the day, however, he enjoys his box, not minding at all that his face is resting on a nearly knife-like edge. I don’t know if he actually sleeps in this position, but he may, perhaps when left undisturbed while I am absent and the other cats excluded from the parlour. He certainly rests in it for extended periods, and clearly suffers no discomfort.

The other beasts will examine the box-lid, and Cammie periodically steps into it and sits, a little self-consciously. It is, however, to Kola that the box belongs, and he takes full advantage of it. I think if I were to provide it with soft sides and a downy bottom, he would abandon it. Sometimes a mancat just likes to rough it.