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Went to a big store the other day and while paying for some goods saw the 'Tiger Box'. It was covered in a tigery-sort of material, very light and padded. There was a round hole about a foot wide on the top, lined around the edge with imitation fur.
I asked the check-out girl what the box was for. "Kiddies toys," she said.
"It's a sleeping box for a cat," I said.
The girl looked at me as if I was slightly mad but I am certain every one of you would have known exactly what I meant. "I'll take it," I said. My sister was with me and also fell in love with the box - she bought one too.
We both tore home to her place, giggling all the way. Myra's black and white darling put a disdainful nose inside the box (we put the box on its side) and then walked off. We looked at each other in dismay, "Doesn't like it," we said together.
But I had to do the final test. I rushed home to 'you-know-who'. I put the box on its side beside him on the sofa. It's freezing here at the moment and he sleeps on the sofa under the heater. An eyelid was lifted, then another eyelid, bingo - the cat was on his feet and inside the box, giving it the once over. He came out and again and wandered off. Did he like it? Had I wasted $34? Would the store take it back? "You fool", I said to myself.
When I went to bed last night I looked around for Ollie. Didn't have to look far - you guessed it, a paw was hanging over the furry edge of the hole in the box. He's been in it ever since. Must get a photograph.
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