Originally posted by paulh Doc was a bag cat (as well as a box cat):
That is so "cat." When my sister and I were were kids and got our first cat - Calico, a long-haired, flat-faced tri-colored thing - it loved any container, bag, box, lid, even a big shoe. Sometimes when it got into a bag or box in the kitchen, we would spin it around as fast as we could on the slippery linoleum floor. Poor Calico would emerge unable to walk a straight line, staggering this way and that, and finally sit down with her head still moving in little circles. We thought it was a riot! Calico absolutely loved Christmas morning - so many boxes to sit in, so much noisy tissue paper to be taught a lesson, so many ribbons to attack. Her eyes became all pupil.