When I have a box or bag, I often leave it on the floor for a day or so, because my cat Wily thinks these are fun toys to jump in and climb on. So when a gift arrived in a gigantic box, Wily was very intrigued. He started tunneling through the paper the second I had finished opening it.
Yesterday I looked over and saw this:
Wily had burrowed into the packing and decided this was a perfect bed. It must have been quite comfy and warm, because he stayed there for a long time.
Now there's a cat who knows the meaning of "reduce, reuse, recycle." I must be rubbing off on him.