Ah, boxes. Who doesn’t love a good box? When life brings you lemons, you chuck out the lemons and sit in the box they came in.
This week I have been engaged in a battle of wits with Catmother. It began when I realised she had inconsiderately positioned her laptop by the back window – my prime outdoor viewing spot!
Naturally I could not let this pass without comment.
I began to weave back and forth around the offending electronic item, tail twitching to indicate my displeasure. So much for this human technology; it cannot withstand the merest touch of a cat’s paws before the hapless user begins to complain and wave her hands around like a loon.
You would think that the humans would recognise our motives in tapping ‘helpfully’ upon their keyboard. You would think they would appreciate the genteel way in which we make our feelings known, wafting the musky scent of our perfumed behinds gracefully before their faces. Surely they should appreciate our needs, and remove themselves and their equipment to a more appropriate location. Like the broom cupboard.
But no. The heathens merely pull extraordinary faces and attempt to – you may wish to sit down for this part – pick us up and put us on the floor.
I know. I hear you gasp in disbelief. But, my friends, it is true.
But there is yet hope. It seems that Catmother is not as ignorant in the ways of us felines as I had previously suspected, for she has (and this is progress indeed) provided me with a box to sit in.
Yes! A box! I still cannot quite believe it.
Where has she obtained this knowledge of our kind? Can she truly have my best interests at heart? I remain wary, as it may be a ploy to appease me, but it would be a foolish cat indeed who ignored the provision of such a luxury as this. I will enjoy the fortune that has been lavished on me – for now.
And so we continue our dance. She, sitting at her computer, believing she has foiled my plan. I, curled up in my box, biding my time. It is still early days, but I believe I am slowly getting the upper hand. The time will come when I will break out from my base to gain new territory – and the entire ‘desk’ (i.e. lookout station) will be mine.
In the meantime, comrades, I salute you – and wish you the best of luck in your own box pursuits!
Until next time…