I brought home a box that was half full of stuff and put it on the dining table — where I drop just about everything. The box had been at my sister’s place, so it smelled fascinatingly of other cats. Everyone was interested in sniffing it. I put my knapsack on top of it after Jonesy climbed in. But then there’s Murphy and his box addiction.
Hmmmm … is this a box I see?
Foolish human. Your weak attempt at a barrier cannot keep me out.
Keep walking, Jonesy. No room at the inn.
But wait … your tail can stay.
They’ve ganged up on me and removed the so-called barrier.
It’s no fun if just anyone can climb in.
Still, it smells … interesting.
Nah, I’m outta here.
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