Hello, my name is Samson, and I'm a boxaholic.
My love of boxes is not secret. I think most kitties share my passion, but Mommy thinks I may be a little too obsessed with them. I think she's an enabler and it's her fault that I love boxes so much. There is always one around, just waiting to be gotten into or chewed on.
My admiration of boxes started in kittenhood. My first human mother, put us all in there!
Then, when I moved in with Mommy and Delilah, I just assumed that I was to sleep in boxes.
Neither of them tried to stop me. This kind of comfort is pure heaven!
If there was a box, I was in it.
It didn't matter what size.
Now that I'm older, I'm beginning to realize the magnitude of my addiction. Even if I'm far too large to fit in some, I still can't resist trying.
I was happily trying to fit any part of my body in this tiny box (I was even sitting on a box while doing it) and then when Mommy said 'What're you doing Monkey?', I suddenly realized that I may have a problem.
I think I need help. Look what I've become!