Pete's Expert Summary
My human, in their infinite and baffling wisdom, has acquired a set of three elongated, stark white cardboard containers. They come from a purveyor called the 'Woodhaven Trading Firm,' or WTF, a sentiment I often share regarding my staff's choices. Ostensibly for organizing little paper squares with pictures of wizards and athletes, its true potential is obvious to any creature of superior intellect. Its sturdy construction with "tighter tuck notches" and impressive length suggest a first-class napping vessel or a formidable ambush tunnel. The lack of a logo is a minor plus, offering an unblemished canvas for my shedding. Filling it with flimsy cards would be a tragic misuse of prime real estate; its destiny is clearly far grander and involves me.
Key Features
- WE LISTEN TO FEEDBACK ● NEWLY IMPROVED PLAIN WHITE BOX DESIGN ● NO LOGO ● EXTENDED INSIDE FLAPS AND TIGHTER TUCK NOTCHES ● NO SIDE SLIPPAGE ● BOXES GO TOGETHER AND STAY TOGETHER
- THIS LISTING IS FOR 3 NEW WOODHAVEN TRADING FIRM BRAND 800-COUNT TRADING CARD STORAGE BOXES ● SLEEK NEW DESIGN FOR BETTER STACKING AND DURABILITY ● MANUFACTURER DIRECT TO YOU
- Use these boxes to store and protect all collectible trading/gaming cards such as baseball, basketball, football, Hockey, MTG cards, VS, and others. Easily assembled without the necessity of glue or tape, they can also be used to ship or store tools, parts, glassware, and a multitude of other small items. ● THIS BOX IS NOT DESIGNED TO STORE TOPLOADED CARDS, IT WILL HOLD CARDS IN PENNY SLEEVES
- Holds approximately 700 standard 20pt trading cards or 1140 collectible gaming cards. Exterior Dimensions: 15”L x 4.125”W x 4.125”H. Interior Dimensions: 14.25”L x 3.75”W x 2.75”H
A Tale from Pete the Cat
It arrived flat, a pale and unassuming sheet, but the Human, my designated engineer, began its transformation. There was a deliberate folding, a crisp creasing of cardboard, and a series of satisfying *thunks* as the "extended inside flaps" were tucked into their "tighter notches." A new structure rose on the living room floor: long, narrow, and severe. It was a monolith of plainness, a silent challenger. I observed from my perch on the armchair, tail twitching in critical assessment. Another box. How pedestrian. But this one... this one had an air of intentionality. It wasn't flimsy refuse; it was engineered. I descended for a tactical inspection. The vessel—for it was no mere box—was designated the *U.S.S. Naptide*. I circled its hull, noting the clean lines and absence of distracting logos. A single, tentative paw-pat confirmed its stability; there was no "side slippage" as the manufacturer promised. This was a seaworthy craft. With a leap of minimal effort, I was aboard. The interior was snug, the high walls providing excellent cover from stray beams of sunlight or the Human’s sudden movements. It was a perfect fit for a cat of my refined proportions, a veritable submarine ready for deployment in the deep shag carpet of the living room. My mission began. From my command center, the world was a vast, mysterious ocean. The distant hum of the refrigerator was the thrum of a leviathan in the depths. The Human’s socked feet padding by were enemy destroyers, their passage sending imperceptible vibrations through my hull. I raised my head, periscope up, to survey the terrain. The sofa was a rocky coastline, the ficus tree a foreboding kelp forest. A dust bunny drifted past my viewport like a strange, deep-sea creature. The structural integrity was superb; it held firm against my strategic shifting and a full-force pounce on an imaginary squid. Finally, with the perimeter secured and all threats neutralized, I declared the mission a success. I curled into a tight, dense loaf, the smooth, cool cardboard a comfort against my fur. The *U.S.S. Naptide* was more than a box; it was a state-of-the-art personal submersible and mobile operations base. The Woodhaven Trading Firm, despite its questionable acronym, had produced a vessel of unexpected quality. A true triumph of form and function, worthy of the most discerning captain. I would allow them to remain in my fleet.
