Recently I went to a local food co-op to buy a few things. I forgot to bring my own bag with me. While I was waiting at the register I picked up an empty cardboard box from the rack in the front of the store. I brought it back to the register and said to the cashier, "This is a good, cat-sized box. You can put it in there."
The cashier replied in bemusement, "I hear that a lot of that from people, boxes being a good size for cats."
The gentleman behind me said, "That is a good, cat-sized box."
The funny cat in the box is my cat Tattoo, whom my family adopted in the middle 1970s when I was in high school. He was crazy about empty boxes. A favorite memory is when we brought home a portable black and white tv for me to take to college. It was in a huge box. He launched himself right on top of the box. He could hardly wait to get inside.