Colin doesn’t have a home. He doesn’t even have a bed, which is A-OK most of the time but not when he is tired and grouchy and in need of a long catnap. When Colin spies a cardboard box, he thinks it looks perfect for snoozing in, so imagine his surprise when he is parcelled up and mailed around the world and beyond . . . but no one wants him. They would rather have a teapot or a pair of pink flippers, not an increasingly cross cat. Will he ever end up on the right doorstep?