Cat in Box

Today we stuffed Can-can into a thin, rectangular box.
The box was just sitting there innocently, when Can-can came over and batted it. The whole box toppled over him, and we pushed the flaps open to let him in. Then we shut the flaps.
"He can come out himself." says my grandma. "Wait and see! He's smarter then you!"
Well, he did try very hard to get out. The box was placed vertically up, making it more difficult. He batted with a small window at the side, trying in vain to enlarge it. Then he tried the 'entrance' of the box. He almost got out, but my grandma shut it before he could. On his third attempt, (after getting shut in again by my grandma) he jumped up, and his head pushed the 'entrance/exit' open. He clawed his way out and tumbled down the side. Everyone clapped. It was pretty amazing. Now all we have to do is to grab the other cat, MontBlanc, and then stuff him in. Grandma says that MontBlanc should be out of there in double the time.

The Evening Cat

There's a evening cat downstairs.
I see it most frequenty during evening time, when I walk the dog. It's jet black, with green eyes, those kind of cats described in stories as bad omens.
I'm not sure if this means it's a bad omen for me. But the cat is pretty, in a sort of scary, intimidating way. I couldn't get it to come close to me, and I didn't want to get too close because I was walking Summer. And my uncle said that Summer doesn't like anything black - from our black and white cat MontBlanc to Indians.
I'll try again tomorrow.