Mommy found some fun photos of me in the archives...
As you know, one of my main duties is to help Daddy with his business.
Some of his stock comes in fun boxes and baskets and such.
I subject each one to rigorous quality control testing.
First, I approach the container suspiciously with my neck stretched out as faaaaar as it will go. (Mommy calls this the "Giraffe Kitty". She is mean and does Not Understand that menacing creatures could be lurking.)
I make sure I'm ready to LEAP BACK at all times. You never know if there's a monster or ogre or troll on there! It doesn't matter if it's a clear plastic box or an open basket like this red one, they get the same inspection, because everybody knows the HORRIBLEST monsters are invisible.
Once I'm reasonably happy the container is safe, I'll sniff it, and rub my (face) cheeks on it. My whisker holes exude my Special Scent that marks the box (or whatever) as MINE.
Then, and only then, will I get in the box.
Or, in this case, the basket.
Eventually Daddy notices me, picks me up, and puts me on his desk.
Then he pesters me.
He tries giving me the "Parrot Treatment" to put me to sleep.
Daddy, I can't sleep, you know I have a job to do!
I'm the Chief Wax Paper Eater,
And I have the Cape to prove it!
XX Felix XX