In an earlier post – a haiku poem – I added in a picture of our cat’s eyes peeking from inside an empty beer case. In these photos you get to see a bit more of our Hemingway. She isn’t always tucked inside boxes, but she DOES have a weakness for them….or maybe it’s a penchant? Just about any box will do as a cat trap, because they are just too darn irresistible!
She claimed that red shoe box for her own cuddle spot, as soon as she laid eyes on it. And she planted herself into it and curled up all sorts of wonderful ways for some time, before it finally broke at the cardboard seams. The other one was a short-lived cereal box adventure – one of those quick love-it-and-leave-it kind of adventure. Now, the other day – for which I have no photo because it happened so fast – when I playfully tossed her favourite ping-pong ball into a slightly-larger-than-cat-size, see-through plastic bin standing on the floor in the hall, she charged in her usual chase-that-ping-pong-ball fashion and with full momentum dove head first into that plastic bin! When I peeked over to see if she was all right, her head popped up and looked at me with that self-assured, I-have-everything-under-control feline look. I smiled. And well, I also mentally gave her a “10” for that smoothly executed acrobatic somersault display!