But it's a very good box ...

 Am I exhibiting advanced adulting - or turning into a cat? 

You've all seen the memes about the adult debate over keeping a box because it is a very good box. And the ones of the cat ignoring the expensive toy/cat tree in favour of the box it came in. Even lions like them. I have occasionally wondered if there is something about the smell of the cardboard? 

I say this, because I am currently surrounded by cardboard boxes. Yes, I have been indulging in some internet shopping - a set of shelves for the bathroom. two large plant pots for the bulbs I have ordered that have not yet arrived, a new door mat ...

So why am I keeping the boxes? We won't go into the fun of wrestling with recalcitrant acres of card, attempting to chop it into pieces acceptable to the recycling collectors - these days it all has to fit into the orange sack or it doesn't get taken away. Oh for the days of simply propping your Ikea boxes up beside the bin bags ... Although I did manage to break my wrist doing that when I fell down the front steps manhandling them into position.  These days I am wary of severing an artery while wielding a knife ...

But we digress. I'm saving them because I am currently decluttering, and they are going to be filled with donations for the charity collectors. That is my story, and I am sticking to it. 

Of course, I might just be turning into a cat ...