A box on Sunday

Look at this bliss! It's a long time since I have had a good box to chew apart.

 There's nothing  quite like the sensation of tooth and claw on new cardboard.

 And the feeling of rubbing one's chin all over it to mark it as MINE!

 But hang on - there's someone else in MY box.

 This is not good. What blasphemy! There is a girlcat in my mancat box.

 Come on, out you come: I don't want to be playing 'Schrödinger's Burmese in a Box'.

 I'm going in. Loyal readers, this may take sometime.........