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?