The human sits on the wood with legs,
Pressing his paws on another wood,
That looks like a box.
I do no understand the silly humans
Fascination with boxes and...
I do not like this wooden box.
It plays sounds I do not like.

I investigate it further and smell it.
It's just plain wood.
I go down and touch something black and white.
It creates this horrific sound!
I jump back and attack the box with my powerful swings.
I use my claws that are as strong as the claws of a tiger
And begin the offensive.

The human arrives, mutters some human nonsense,
Which I ignore. I return to doing something productive.
I lay in my box and watch
The dog who's chasing his tail.