It was a fine morning. You were watching TV in your living room, like any average weekend... until you heard a knock on your apartment door. You sigh and stand up, pausing the show playing and tossing the remote on the couch before heading to the door. Upon opening it, you saw what seemed to be nothing... Until you looked down. Infront of your feet was a knee-high, tattered box with air holes in it. Muffled mewing and scratching came from inside, the unstable frame of the carboard jittering.