It's My Cat In A Box

Not gonna get you a diamond ring; that type of gift don't mean anything. Here's a picture before we moved. I had posted a picture previously of Stinkbutt McJones sleeping in the rubble of his former box. After he had dismantled it, we found him another while buying booze at our local retailer. He liked this one even more. I only have one thing to say about sleeping in a box. "Get a job, Grouch."

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