This is Faith, one of my very spoiled cats. They have two cat trees, a window seat, toys . . . and what do they choose to cuddle up in and play with when given half a chance? Boxes. When we first moved here there were a ton of them for them to choose from, and they still try to cram themselves in boxes way too small for themselves.
I don't know whether it's the cuddly spaces, the way they feel safe inside . . . something special about cardboard, (lol), but I do know they love them. They don't ignore the trees, but when the chance comes around for a little box love, they both run to it.
Maybe it's a longing for simple pleasures. I know I can relate to that. I know a lot of the things that make me happy are simple as well. Though I have to admit to being almost as happy as my cats when the book boxes arrive. :o)
What are some of the simple pleasures you're thankful for today?