Simon's Cat in 'The Box'

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Fast Film said…
Very dingoesque, n'est-ce pas?
August 18, 2010 at 4:47 PM
Kimba Evanesco said…
Sad to say, the dingo would be cowering behind the couch when I walk in and discover my Cali Cat on top of the shredded box.LOL!
August 18, 2010 at 6:02 PM
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