When our 10 year old washing machine collapsed a few weeks ago, we bought a big cardboard box for the cats... and the shop gave us a washing machine to go with it. At least, that's how Scoop and Au see it.
The cats already have their box on the landing upstairs. Although it's meant for both, Au is the one who spends most time in it. He prefers to walk into a box and close the flap behind him. Scoop will play in it, but usually only when Au is there to join in.
Both cats investigated the monster box when it first arrived but the shine went off it some days ago. I was going to move it downstairs and hand it over to the recycling man, but was caught redhanded by Scoop.
When he saw me moving the box downstairs, he blocked the way and scolded me with a loud YOW!! Yik Praw Yow!
Apologising profusely I put it in his room on the bed and he's now lying in it, determined not to let this treasure out of his sight.
Clearly this is HIS box!
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