Monday, October 1, 2012
Doll Repair Tranquility
It dawns on me that I actually have some peace, some tranqility at this early hour. My cat, Emma, aka Lady Gaga de Bathory, is snoozing on her baby blanket, with her dolls and stuffed mousie toys lined up next to her. She has just hopped into the bathtub after my husband showered. She is our mermaid cat. Yesterday is our late dog Killer Lord Byron's anniversary with us; we brought a little black scotty/poodle mix home in a shoe box that he couldn't climb out of, in a terrible storm. I loved him. He came home in 1977, and he was with me till he passed away in my Dad's arms from a stroke.