Friday, November 21. 2008 When I get packages, it becomes Christmastime in Spencerville. It doesn't matter what shape or size the box is, he wants in. I barely had the stuff in the box out before he had hopped in.
I have a picture of him squished into my sink somewhere. The sink is small, he's big so my sink looked like it had a white, furry muffin top. Silly kitteh. Trackbacks
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