From the moment they put me in this cage, I knew I would escape. I would sink my toes into the lush carpet of the living room and press my nose against the picture window to drink in the world beyond. And so, with steely determination, I began my climb to freedom. Rung after rung I climbed, until at last… I got really tired.
4 thoughts on “The Near-Great Escape”
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Andy Dufresne, he is not…
He’s no Steve McQueen either.
It’s the Cooler King! But it’s hard to bounce a ball against the wall when you don’t have opposable thumbs.
What breed is that? So fluffy and cute!! (I’m guess not Steiff or Gund)
Almost looks like those clip on’s they had in the 80’s that would stick to your pencil or backpack.