My recently departed puss, Alley (tuxedo, lived to 19), absolutely loved crinkly packing paper stuffed into a cardboard box. That was her great adventure, her domain, her hiding place, her happy place. We used to buy packing paper at Amazon just so we’d always have enough on hand to stuff into a box. You never saw such a happy cat.

My partner didn’t know anything about the mannerisms and personalities of cats when we met. Now she’s saving boxes and crinkly paper for the kitties of her own volition. Even without the caption, I’d know he’s having a blast.