The Cat Box

(ABOVE, MADISON IS SO LAZY, THAT SHE LOOKS- WEIRDLY LAZY!)
One day, I was just chewing on a bone as usual. Then, a heavy box came flying out of nowhere, and hit me on the head. "Ow." I said. Then, an extremely fuzzy, long-haired gray ball of fur fell in front of me. It was Madison. "Madison!" I loudly complained. "What?" she asked. "Can you explain this whole 'Box Thing' for me?" I asked. "Well, I just was- you know, very comfortable in this green and white box, and then it fell on top of you with me in it." Madison said. I just stood there. "Well, Madison, just please move the box over onto the entertainment center. So, Madison acquired her box on top of the entertainment enter, as I asked her to, and just chilled.

Then, territorial Mojo came to the living room to see Madison in the box. I wasn't really caring that much. But that dork jumped up onto the entertainment center, grabbed Madison, and threw her across the room. After the stupid, absent-minded feline did THAT, he went in the box. There was only room for one at in that compact box, so whoever is more dominant will be the first to mark their territory on that box. I got a chair, and threw MOJO across the room. I grabbed Madison, and placed her in the box. "Thanks, Lucy." Madison said. Mojo, who now had a black eye and a few large bruises, came up to the box. "I will have that box in my possession before you can even run to Beaumont's and back!" Mojo said. I threw him across the room again, and protected the box against Mojo.

I stayed there day and night. I was very underjoyed. "Lucy, don't you REALLY want to go on a walk. A fun, exciting walk, and not a llllllooooonnnggg, boring hour of guarding a stupid box?" Mojo said to me one morning. I heavily thought. "YES!" I said. "Then you'd better get out there! I'll guard the box for you!" Mojo said. So I went out.

But then, when I was outside, Mojo marked his scent on the box INSIDE. And when Madison got back to find Mojo in the box, she was very enfuriated. Mojo said that it was MY fault, and that I let HIM in the box. Madison found me. "Lucy!" Madison said, and she started yelling at me. "Mads, you don't understand! I was too tempted when Mojo said he would guard for me. I didn't know that it was trap, because I was so tired." I said. "Then let's get that 'Mohito'" Madison said. She told me the plan, and we went back inside.

Madison and I hid, as we threw a box that said: "TO MOJO!" "Oooooooooh, a box!" Mojo said. "Now." Madison whispered to me. I had a bat in my hand, so I jumped up, and hit Mojo with the bat. "AHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" Mojo yelled. "IT THROBS!" Mojo yelled.

Madison and I just looked at each other. And we laughed. Because Mojo learned a lesson: Cats should never mess with dogs. And he certainly knows that-now.