I get cats

I have this one cat, Chip. Big. Fat. Black. Like, how I like my women.

Sorry, couldn't resist that quip.

Anyway, Chip likes to crawl boxes, usually ones that are just a bit too small for him. BIg boxes? With plenty of room? He has no interest whatsoever. I always thought it was weird, quirky and one of those little appealing things about the beast.

Today I had one of those moments, where I just get "it." I've had them in the past with people, like where I "got" my friend Bubba. Good times.

Anyway, Chip likes little boxes. I know why now. The comfort of having no space out there, no emptiness, you know what's all around you. Just a box. I can see the comfort in that. I get it. Good on you Chip.