Arthur is so tiny and fragile, he feels the best place for him would be in an egg box. It is fortunate therefore, that he fits it so well.
continuing yesterday’s story, and having been moved first from my chair and then from the stuff I was actually working on, Arthur thought the rules of where cats are allowed to be and of physics in general needed a good challenging.
So he went and sulked in the middle of the kitchen table, in an egg box.
Apparently Arthur takes up no more space than a mere dozen eggs.
When I discovered where he was I sat down and drew him, which made me late and Arthur happy. He seems to be developing a taste for small boxes as he is back in the little one this afternoon.