Happiness is a box.

After Ginge yesterday and Bailey on Friday I thought I really should blip Calvin again today.

He has yet to meet a box that he doesn't love - this one came with my new trainers and he was in it as soon as he had the chance. Our cleaner has a habit of throwing the boxes away so we have to hide them so he doesn't lose them.

Doesn't take much to keep him happy though - a box, some crunchy kibbles and a warn knee. He has become more and more vocal as he has got older - he squeaks at us a lot!

16 years old and still thinks he is a kitten :-)