I like boxes. I’m not sure why, but I do. They feel so safe and cozy. One thing I learned about boxes, though, is that I probably shouldn’t spring out of them unexpectedly. I did that once and my human co-worker said I nearly scared the scrubs off her. Then she threatened to tape me in the box and send me to Hong Kong. I’m pretty sure she was kidding, but my new policy is to have some part of me sticking out of the box at all times. Why take chances? I hear that boat to China is really slooow.