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A Box Story

Not so long ago, when my human’s Mom sent me my favorite food for my purrthday, it was packed – you guessed it! – in a box. The box is from the French post office and it can be folded and unfolded.

Of course, it is not enough that the usual suspects would play with MY tunnel… some Mademoiselle has to get MY box too!

I was peacefully napping in my box when…

Who's this? Is this Kitshka?

Who’s this? Is this Kitshka?

Yes, it is Kitshka...

Yes, it is Kitshka…

Kitshka: Hiya Texas! Can I come play in your box? Texas: No!

Kitshka: Hiya Texas! Can I come play in your box?
Texas: No!

Kitshkla: purrlease... Texas: Seriously no!

Kitshka: purrlease…
Texas: Seriously, no!

Kitshka: Come on... Texas: Get out or I'll bunny kick you out!

Kitshka: Come on…
Texas: Get out or I’ll bunny kick you out!

Kitshka: But we can both fit in it! Texas: Out! Out!

Kitshka: But we can both fit in it!
Texas: Out! Out!

Out out out!

Out out out!

Kitshka: Texas is being mean with me, sniff... Texas: Awww... well, okay, let's share the box...

Kitshka: Texas is being mean to me, sniff…
Texas: Awww… well, okay, let’s share the box…

Kitshka: Hooray!! Texas: I think I'm gonna have to find me another box...

Kitshka: Hooray!!
Texas: I think I’m gonna have to find me another box…

Kitshka: Don't take so much room, Texas! Texas: Yep, I need another box...

Kitshka: Don’t take so much room, Texas!
Texas: Yep, I need another box…

Hey, Texas!

Hey, Texas!

Are you leaving?

Are you leaving?

I guess that means the box is mine then, right?

I guess that means the box is mine then, right?

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