What could be sweeter than the love of a kitten for his box?
The first time Jack was willing to take a nap somewhere other than my lap, it was in the Pasta Machine box (don’t ask why I have a pasta machine, my whole “polymer clay” phase is best forgotten) — from that moment forward the pasta machine box was Jack’s favorite hiding place, toy box, and sanctuary.
Until of course, the inevitable happened and Jack destroyed the box. Oh yes I know, most kittens would simply outgrow a box or trade it in for a new love (such as clean laundry), but not Jack.
Much of Jack’s aforementioned naughtiness (and the demolishing of his beloved box) stems from the fact that he is incredibly stubborn and he has a nasty little temper. Combine “stubborn” with “temper” and add a dash of “Not Allowed” growled in a fuzzy little ear and the end result is Kitten Temper Tantrum.
The first time I witnessed a Jack temper tantrum was when I repeatedly refused to allow Jack to sit in my lap and bite my hands while I was trying to type. He climbed in his box, chattering and complaining, and spent a good five minutes scratching and biting — the box.
You always hurt the ones you love.
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