Trivia Game Dispatched; Its Box Claimed as a Fortress

The familiar crinkle of a shopping bag announced the human’s return, and I awoke from a rather pleasant sunbeam-warmed slumber on the velvet armchair. My ears swiveled, my tail giving a single, hopeful thump against the cushion. Perhaps a new feathered wand? Or better yet, a fresh tin of the good pâté? My hopes were dashed when the human proudly produced a bright blue box. They cooed something about "game night." I sighed. "Game night" is human-speak for "let's ignore the cat for three hours while making loud, inexplicable noises." Later, as predicted, other humans arrived, and the box was opened with far too much enthusiasm. Inside lay hundreds of little white cards. I watched from my perch atop the bookshelf as my human read one aloud. "What is the most common letter in the English language?" A ridiculous question. The most common letter is obviously 'P', for Pete, Purr, and Pampered. The humans shouted answers, groaned, and laughed, their strange ritual disrupting the tranquil evening air. I groomed a pristine white paw, utterly unimpressed. My patience, unlike my nap schedule, is finite. Deciding the proceedings required a proper supervisor, I leaped gracefully onto the center of the table, landing with a soft thud amongst their trivial pursuits. I sniffed a card. It smelled of paper and human hands. Boring. With a calculated flick of my paw, I sent a small stack skittering across the wood. The flutter was mediocre at best. One of the humans tried to pet me, a clumsy attempt to placate the true master of the house, but I was already bored. I hopped off the table, feigning indifference to their game. My true target had been sitting on the floor, discarded and ignored. The box. I slipped inside its crisp, cardboard confines. It was a perfect fit, a dark and comfortable fortress from which I could observe their foolishness in peace. Let them have their questions and answers. They may think they know who invented the light bulb, but they remain blissfully unaware that the finest object they brought home tonight was the packaging. This box is a keeper. The game can go in the recycling.