I can't recall too many times when Ginger has plopped down into a box in accordance with the 'if I fits I sits' meme. Last night, she decided to forgo her usual spot on top of my backpack, and acted like a cliche:
Later on, she returned to form, and decided to sprawl out in luxurious fashion on the shelf where we typically keep the cat food:
She's pretty blissed out in the second picture, mauling a toilet paper roll in which a catnip satchel was placed. She's not that much of a catnip fiend, but I guess she wanted to continue her streak of cliched behavior.