Today is Boxing Day... a day to celebrate the wonderful invention that is the box. Okay, I know... you might have thought it was about some other stuff. Live and learn, my friends. Live and learn.
I've been hearing 'bout Boxing Day sales for weeks now. Biggest sales of the year and whatnot. Funny thing is, all the stores here in Nova Scotia are closed today. They must have held those Boxing Day sales on some other day, huh? That's kind of weird, I think, but you know... peeps are known for their propensity to do weirdness. It's in their nature, I think.
My two marmalade brothers had a bit of a Boxing Day celebration themselves, this morning. They celebrated with a little kitty boxing. They both wanted to play with one of our new toys at the same time. Peep #1 was pretty quick to break that up. What a spoils sport. I had a bet placed on that fight. Yup... I bet my sister Mason two Treat Temptations that it would be the peep #2 who would break up the fight. MOUSES!
History tells us that Boxing Day was a day when servants were given gifts - probably packaged in boxes - from their superiors. Hmmm... was I supposed to give my peeps gifts? We cats already gave them stuff yesterday for Christmas. Just how many gifts do the staff expect? Also, traditionally, household staff were given Boxing Day off to be with their own families since they had worked on Christmas Day. Well... my household staff are my peeps and they are my family so I guess they don't need today off. Good thing, too, 'cause we cats have really never mastered the art of opening tins. Bagged food we can do but not the tins. I should make learnin' how to open tins my New Year's resolution or something.
But the real wonder of Boxing Day is, of course, the box itself. It's the most wonderful invention. Right up there with sliced bread and the wheel and whatnot. Actually, the box is a better invention than sliced bread 'cause we cats don't eat the stuff. As bread has no immediate relevance to us, it can't possibly be as important as the box. The relative importance of the wheel is still under consideration.
Boxes come in all shapes and sizes. It's true. While most people think they're all squares and rectangles, I can tell you they're not. I have personally experienced boxes that are circular and triangular and even weirder ones with five and six sides. I'm not into these newfangled shaped boxes myself. I'll leave that for the younger kitties out there who are willing to experiment with new things although I might be willing to give a circular one a go. Peeps say these are for holdin' hats but I think that maybe... just maybe... they might really be for nappin' cats.
You can find big boxes, little boxes and in-between sized boxes. A good size is one that fits a kitty snugly. In fact, the perfect sized box is a snuggery. Too big and you can't feel the walls of the box wrapped around you so there's really not much point to bein' in the box in the first place. Too little and... well... you just can't fit. Nothin' worse than a bit of you hangin' out of your box.
Boxes serve all sorts of purposes. Boxes are great for playing in and when you get tired playin' in them, you can curl up in there and have a little nap. It's dual purpose, you know? Gotta love that. You can hide in them, too. Especially if the box has a top that opens and shuts. Those are great boxes. With a paw, you can flip open the lid and hop right in there before the lid comes down again. There, you're well hidden for the purpose of napping in peace. When the nap is over, you just push open the box with the top of your head and climb out. Excellent!
A box fit for playing and napping is a gift in of itself but there is also a special kind of box called a gift box. These are the boxes Santa brings on Christmas, usually filled with tins of Fancy Feast and whatnot. The peeps appear to have access to gift boxes, too, as they gave us a really nice one this year filled with some pretty neat toys. These gift boxes are usually too small for napping or playing in but there are usually wonderful things inside them so the size fault can be overlooked. There are also boxes that just appear to come with the gift. We got one toy from the peeps that came in a box. It wasn't pretty like a gift box and so had to be wrapped with paper. It's too small to get inside so it's not that kind of box, either. Apparently, all it did was hold the toy. But it's a good toy so the box is still worthwhile as a box, I should think. In fact, that was the very same toy that Seville and Rushton were havin' the boxing match over, this morning. Hmmm... a box that promotes boxing. Interesting...
Oh, and a discussion of boxes must include the importance of the litter box. Yes, the litter box is what differentiates us cats from dogs... indoor plumbing! A remarkable invention, appreciated especially when it is cold or wet or cold and wet outdoors.
So there you have it my friends... the real meaning of Boxing Day. Do you think I should add these perhaps previously unknown facts to the Wikipedia? Peeps out there might wanna know, you know. You know... know the real meaning of Boxing Day and whatnot.