The Noodle Compound V. 2.0

This being the Noodle Compound, this is a story involving a rug.

After my christmas holiday I went to see a friend of mine and his lovely cats. The male cat greeted me with his usual dissappointment that it's me, but his mother was not only happy to see me but insisted I followed her into the living room where she started rolling and meandering about on the rug, with a happy look on her face that clearly said "Look!!! We got a rug for christmas!!! Isn't it great?!?!!!"

Sure enough, there was a rug, and every time I go there she still demonstrates how happy she is rolling all over the rug and looking like the fluffiest happiest cat you can think of.
 
I've been a toddler and still act as one from time to time, I feel like a cat on occasion.
I've"owned" cats and I'm the proud "owner" of two toddlers and have studied the cats and the toddlers extensively and can tell you with absolute certainty that the cats and toddlers I "own / owned" find cardboard boxes awsome.
 
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I find the idea of cardboard box "ownership" troubling.

"I own the contents of a cardboard box. I then turned the cardboard box inside-out - do I now own everything *outside* of the box?".

Troubling. Perhaps this is why we use law courts to determine issues of "property" rather than topology. Pah.
 
Topologically - yes.

Legally, that would depend on whether the judge had been appointed by Obama or Trump.
 
From the cats' point of view: they own the box, and they most certainly own you.

A cat like to think he/she can order you around. Usually this does work: my friend, unwittingly, plays "open/close the door" with them, as well as "I want in/I want out again" for no particular reason. Like most cats they also expect him to "fix" the weather: "it's raining, make it stop!" "it's cold, turn that off!"
 
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