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Smoky Moosh

I lived away in the Aussie bush, grey Cat escaped a smoky moosh {face}, he was eating Brown Snakes, brought Rabbit for his Doggie mates, a smoky kind of Puss. Puddys can be fierce hunters, they usually jump 3 feet in the air, when a brownie strikes at em. Quick or dead? Don
Copyright © | Year Posted 2016

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