So, Zul still exists. Here he is on my bed. I have encouraged him to sleep on the crocheted blanket that a lady made for my mother when she was pregnant with me (or after I was born). When they were in town for my birthday/Thanksgiving my mother gave me a quilt that her grandmother had made. I like this quilt very much.
You can see more of it here...and the cat.
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Oh wow the quilt is fabulous! I have quilt envy!!!
Zul looks pretty much recovered from the trauma of that which has been his life: moving and having to find new cat rituals in a new space. He looks great on the crocheted thingy.
We had a dog squabble last night that netted one torn ear (Clara's) and a trip to the ER Vet...many large dollars later, she is stitched and wrapped with a funny pink head wrap thing, looks like a minor Italian starlet, circa 1960, swathed in a chiffon scarf waiting for a convertible ride.
She needs large sunglasses to complete the look. The bad ripper got red wine spilled on his white self; now he has a purple spot in between his shoulder blades.
Dogs. Fah...Sometimes.
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