Charlie Coal has a problem. (And no wonder living in our house I hear you say!)
Whenever we happen to leave empty bag or box lying about the poor deranged feline leaps in to the cavity & sits there for an indeterminate length of time or until we actually tip him out.
Tonight was no exception:
After taking delivery of a new pair of winter boots, Esther left the empty box on the floor. Quick as a flash Charlie jumps into the box vacated by the boots! I took a quick snap of him, &, as I type now he has curled his rotund feline form into the (much too small) box & is asleep.
I enclose a picture for (hopefully) amusement!