A Box You Say On Display?

The cat doesn't mind boxes at all. They are fine and dandy at our hall. But Cassie has another idea for everyone. I think humans already do this one.


Cassie wants Blanket Day.Easy peasy at each bay.Curl up and sleep.Works for our keep.

I prefer the box.It has no locks.In I can go,After running to and fro.

Cassie gave it a sniff.Maybe it was me she wanted to whiff.I chased her away.It was my box on display.

But she came back,On the box eating attack.I guess it was yummy.Could be hard on the tummy.

She came in,Sniffing my chin.I ran away.Damn crowds at our bay.

Can you see?There is Cassie.She claimed it after my dash.Pat didn't use the flash.

I remembered my box fondly though.It had quite the space you know. Cassie stole it from me.That caused me no glee.

So I found a comfy box.Nice carpet more comfy than socks. I'll just eat those,Leaving Pat with holey toes.

See? Said it was a box.This too has no locks.Two ways in and out.So I had no need to pout.

Cassie went back to her original plan.I guess of it she was more of a fan.The box remained empty after that. Oh the life of a spoiled cat.
Agree with Blanket Day at your sea? Or would you rather hop in a box with me? I may chase you out. That could make you pout. It may have a funky smell as well. Hey, gas can be hell. Enjoy your boxes class while I rest my little rhyming ass.
Enjoy your winter, smash a printer.