boxes...

Have I told you I wove boxes?
This is one of the boxes in mummy's woom which she stores books.
What a waste of good fwesh boxes I say!
Boxes are for sniffing at, hiding in, poking your noses and paws thwough.
Not for fiwwing up with books!It's good this particuwar box is wess than half filled. Which makes it mine favouwite box.
You see the side? That pwace where mine nose is? That's the pwace I wove to chew on.
Heh.

This morning I found yet another way of waking mummy up!
See mine favouwite box?
Can you guess where I am?
Here am me!!!
I found a way to jump into mine favouwite box and cwose the cover on myself!
Aren't I simpwy a genius cat?
And when I'm in the box? I started singing mine head off.
Mummy jumped up fwom her dweams in almost as short a time as when I stuffed mine nose up her nostwil!
For a moment, she weawwy panicked because she thought I was caught somewhere!
Siwwy mummy, I was onwy singing!
She took wike centuwies before she founded out where I was!
Heh...by then, she was much too awake to go back to sweep again!
Yay!Here's me peeping out!
And did I say....
I wove boxes!!!!