Sebastian:

This is my box

And good sits I do make

I fits in quite nicely

This box I do stake

Moonshine:

This is my box

I create much better shape

Like sleek cat loaf I sits

From my romp to my nape

Sebastian:

This box fits securely

As my hind is snugged ’round

I make the best sits

In this box I have found

Moonshine:

This box it is bulging!

You are much too rotund!

Its quadrance is morphing

Into a furry cardboard mound!

Narrator:

Then the box it was taken

Collapsed flat as one

Rendered as shapeless

The box it was done

Catmom:

“You kids wrecked your box!

It’s all squished and has creases;

I will have to recycle it

And cut it to pieces.”

Narrator:

The cats they stopped fighting;

The box no longer there

Instead they sat poised

In  a long silent glare