I bought a new toaster today - not a toaster oven, just a plain,
garden-variety toaster that will toast two, not four, slices of
bread at once. The box it came in was just big enough to hold it
along with some packing stuff.

The nanosecond the box was emptied, Roxy claimed it as her space.
She's able to fit her body in it, but her feet stick out, as does her
tail. I played with her for a while, using a rod from some now-
defunct levelor blinds (those things make great kitty toys). She
loves to attack the vicious sticks from within the shelter of a box.

A little while later, I walked by the living room and I could see the
box on the floor. Overflowing it was a pair of pink-padded rear
feet, the levelor rod with a white front paw on top of it, and a
dark, stripey tail swishing around. Of course, I ran to get my
camera. Unfortunately, that piece of junk, which is worth every penny
I paid for it ($0), was not functioning at the moment. It works
intermittently, but usually stops whenever the cats are doing
anything photo-worthy.

Joyce