Spudnut
Tuesday, July 25th, 2006
At five or six weeks old, Spudnut walked into my house like he owned the place. At two years old, he’s still fearless and plays a mean game of fetch. I’ve dubbed him a puppy-cat.
At five or six weeks old, Spudnut walked into my house like he owned the place. At two years old, he’s still fearless and plays a mean game of fetch. I’ve dubbed him a puppy-cat.