This tall super hip cat wasn’t lonely for long. I picked him up in the country. At the Gresford Billy Cart Derby as a matter of fact. Quite racey indeed.
But he quickly moved on to a new home and left the lovely ladies behind. These [dare I say it?] pussies are a bit too far gone to be resold, bearing numerous chips and bust up scars. They’ve lived hard and been well loved. The spicy stories they could tell…
My husband questioned why I had bothered with cheap damaged goods but when am I ever going to find another purfect [sorry] circa 1950s pair? Possibly never. I love them faults and all.
And so does my little girl. These still cool cats take up their next life, possibly the 9th on her window shelf with another vintage cutie I accidentally decapitated. Kitty got Kragled [AKA Superglued] and voila, gets another chance.
They look like angels from up above…
Jerry Leiber & Mike Stoller 1958, Three Cool Cats
It may not be however, considering my noisy feisty messy six year old’s bedroom, as quiet as the Pooch’s retirement in my office. God help them…
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