Sunday, November 14, 2010

Thinking outside the box




Celica says:

No, I never do that. I'm always inside my box. Well almost all of me is inside the box. Sometimes my tail or my foot hangs out.

I love boxes. My slaves say I was probably born in a box, but I don't know. I don't remember being born.




Sometimes my boxes get a bit worn out and so the slaves have to go and get a new one. This is one of the new ones they got me this summer.

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