Big Box, Little Box

As a cat, I have impressive paw-eye coordination, excellent balance and an uncanny ability to judge space and distance with great accuracy using only my whiskers. At my age, I rarely bother to use my superpowers, but I've still got them if I need them. So I find Annie's attempts at choosing the right size of container for food quite comical. The other day she wanted to store about 200 ml of something - I think it was lentils - and chose a container that would hold about 1 litre, even though there were lots of smaller ones available. Martin asked her why she chose a container that was five times too big, and she said "I thought it would fill it". I laughed and laughed. That would be like me doing a big stretch on the 3 seater sofa and finding my paws poking over at both ends. It made me think of the odd combinations of scale in the Orlando books, where the cat is big enough to ride a horse or something. Or like Alice in Wonderland, when she eats a cake and grows and grows.

Anyway, it then occurred to me that if humans can't judge volumes very well, they must find it really difficult to park the car. We cats, on the other hand, would be absolutely brilliant at parking the car. If only we could reach the pedals with our little feet.....