Moving is one of the least fun things to do, unless your name is Morris. Like every other cat, he LOVES boxes. Every time I'd go to tape a box together, he'd run under the flaps and hit at my feet through the openings while I moved around it as I was taping. And then every time I'd put things into a box, he'd jump in with whatever got packed as if he were getting packed up, too.
Like I said, a blast.
Unlike other cats, though (or maybe very like them and I just don't know), he's very particular with which ones he spends his time in. Hence, this box.
Morris is in love with this box and the love originated several months ago when we had begun packing up our old house to move to our newest place. While we would sit downstairs and watch tv, while we would cook dinner, while we would pack up, he was in this box. And he was in the box for hours upon hours. Even when we would wake up in the morning and start for the stairs, he would dart ahead and leap into this box before doing anything else.
Because of this obsession, we actually still have this box. And he still spends just as much time in it, only now it's been improved and his favorite plastic bag is inside it. So, instead of just hoping in the box, he hops into the bag that is inside this box. And he licks it because he has an obsession with licking plastic bags for some reason.
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