Many years ago I adopted a kitten whom we named "Honey". He was a darling little tabby.

It was a beautiful spring day, and the girls and I went out for a while; when we came home, Honey was nowhere to be found. We looked high and low, upstairs and in the basement, but no Honey to be found. I was getting a bit frantic and running out of ideas, hoping against hope that he didn't manage to escape.

All of a sudden one of my girls yelled "I found him!!". Where was he?

He managed to squeeze into a shoe box I had...not any shoebox, but a Dr. Scholl's sandals shoebox. If anyone remembers these, the box slid into a sleeve instead of having a lid. The box had been open about 2" and he managed to squirm in there and have a nice nap (while we were running around like maniacs looking for him!).

So I know about cats and boxes!!!

I give mine boxes now, but nice ones with holes in them!