Anyway, one day a shipment of Maggie's dog supplements arrived and after removing the tub from the box, the box was set on the floor, in the corner of the kitchen and within seconds, Frank was in it... those blue eyes staring up as if to say "I'll have a cat treat now" and the tradition was born. But it isn't the end of the story, the box has become a place where Frank can do cat tricks like head stands and flips. The box lets Frank feel like a hunter when he has to dig his prey out from under the cardboard flap in the bottom. In short, the box is entertainment for Frank and for us.
Sometimes Frank sends time in his box just thinking.
Frank likes to dive in from different directions... this is why Ken calls Frank's highly developed technique 'dumpster diving'.
In he goes... one of the few pictures that wasn't a blur. Frank is a blur in most his pictures. He doesn't have a setting for 'slow'.
Frank enjoys his box. When we're in the kitchen, he sits in it and looks up at you with those big blue eyes which say "feed me treats"... it's a wonder Frank isn't a chubby guy but then he's very regular with his workout (several times a day) which can't be captured in pictures unless you like to look at blurs of white fur. That's Frank and his dumpster which belongs in a dumpster.
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