Wrong box
I likes to explore.
I particularly likes to explore cupboards.
I has a favourite cupboard - the one in the hall.
My hooman was doing something on the compooter, so I went over to this cupboard.
The door was slightly open, so I pulled on it with my paw until it was fully open.
I went in and the door closed behind me.
I didn't mind though, because my special catty vision allows me to see in the dark.
I had sniffs, then I had a look around.
I got into some boxes, then I got out of them again.
I pawed at some plastic bags.
Then I squeeze through a tiny gap, into another box.
I just about got in, the gap closed up... and I realised I was in my catty doctor box - the box my hooman puts me in to take me there.
I don't like this box.
I'm not a fan of the catty doctor.
I was stuck.
I wasn't happy.
I meowed and meowed in protest.
Where was my hooman?
I kept meowing... then my hooman arrived.
He opened the cupboard, opened up the catty doctor box, and said 'What are you doing in there, you daft sod?'
I ran off with a yowl.
I shall now sit and judge my hooman, from the window sill.
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