The cold box. THE cold box! It is the best box in the whole house and it lives in the kitchen where all the good things live!
When my human opens the cold box a light comes on inside, a LIGHT, just for looking, and the cold air rolls out onto my nose and it smells like cheese and butter and the pink meat and the crunchy things and I sit. I sit SO good. I sit like I have never sat before, because sitting is the magic that makes the door stay open longer.
Sometimes a small thing falls. A crumb. A blueberry! It rolls and I am ON it, I am the fastest, I got it, best day ever.
My human stands there with the door open and looks inside for a long long time and does not take anything out and just looks and then closes it and I do not understand this but I forgive it instantly because that is my human and my human can do no wrong.
There is a drawer at the bottom. The bottom drawer! I do not know what is in the bottom drawer. I think about the bottom drawer.
The box hums. It hums a low hum all day and all night and it is guarding all the food for us, standing there being cold, keeping the pink meat safe, and I love it, I love the humming cold box, but not as much as I love my human, and definitely, DEFINITELY, when the door opens next, I will be sitting. I am already sitting.