Confidential to Karen McBoob: I love you. I just fell in love with you. Big sloppy wet kiss.
Here's my Victorian cat doll.
My almost-ex unearthed her from the hall closet while searching for our Trivial Pursuit box so we could have one last Family Game Night before ceasing to be a family.
|Which turns out to be an incredibly sad thought,|
so let's just move on.
Anyway, my Victorian cat doll was the first or second thing I ever bought on eBay, way back in the day. Just because I love Victorian cats, and I couldn't believe you could type "Victorian cat" in eBay and find all of these wonderful things to buy.
|Like I was supposed to look at this and not buy it.|
Am I a monster?
Honestly, I thought I had already gotten rid of her. There have been so many purges of personal possessions/keepsakes/memories over the last couple of years that I naturally assumed a ceramic cat in a lacy 19th-century dress wouldn't have made the cut. Yet here she is.
Hell yes, I'm keeping her.
By the way, she's never had a name. She deserves a name, I think.
Suggestions are most welcome. I'll pick a name from among them, if they materialize.
The winner gets...a shoutout here, which is probably the most worthless prize anyone could ask for. Hahaha.
But still, that's the prize.
Suggestions are welcome.
I love my Victorian cat doll.
And all of you...but tonight, especially, Karen McBoob.
Namaste, my bitches.