That night, during my evening World of Warcraft session, Pilchard came into the office, hopped up on the table onto the top of the box and, as I sat here watching, starting digging. This is the end result.
She tosses the trims out of the box because they take up too much room and she can't snuggle down into the box. When I'm in the office, this is where she likes to sleep. Point taken. I think there's a box at the office that's the right size for the trims. I just need to remember to bring it home.
Beverage: Orange Juice