A vintage "must have" junktique find...

...that I didn't know I wanted (or needed) until I laid eyes on it. But once spotted, it had to come home with me...


After bringing Court to NH to visit with friends this past weekend, Amanda and I stopped at Fairground Antiques to browse a bit before heading home. It was Amanda who spotted this little (circa 1970/80) Avon perfume bottle in the shape of a long-haired black cat...


Well, it just reminded me so much of My Boy (who I lost in December of 2007), that I had to get it. My Blackie was the most athletic of our cats; he loved to leap onto all of the furniture. Here he is sitting on top of my dining room hutch (he was equally at home on the pie safe and jelly cupboard). Thank goodness he was blessed with graceful precision... I never lost a single picture frame or piece of china as a result of his acrobatics...


For the time being I've placed the perfume bottle next to Blackie's urn on the hutch (said "urn" actually being a cotton ball container that I picked up on clearance at TJ Maxx shortly after we lost Blackie)... Both the statue and urn are sitting in the exact same spot where My Boy was sitting when I took the above photo of him...

I was so anxious to share this little gem with you that I didn't even clean him up before taking the photos! (He cleaned up beautifully!)

"A cat doesn't want the world to love him - only those he has chosen."

(Helen Thomson)

Thank you for having chosen me, My Boy...

In the next day or two I'll share LOTS of photos from Fairground Antiques. Now that I've had the pleasure to meet so many others through this wonderful world of blogging, it has changed how I look at things while out "junktiquing"... I'll clarify that in my next post!

Donna

My boy...

"I love cats because I enjoy my home; and little by little, they become its visible soul." (Jean Cocteau)

Some things are meant to be, and me finding Mr. B was one of them.


My boy, Mr. B/Blackie (July 1995 - Dec. 17, 2007)


This is another black kitty, Mrs. B, who was my sweet companion from 1976 - September 1993. She was my baby long before hubby or my girls came along. For 17 years she was my little purring machine... a lap cat during the day and a snuggler at night. I still miss her after all these years.


Shortly after we lost Mrs. B, the girls asked if we could get another kitty. (My heart wasn't ready for another, but at their young age, they had accepted the loss of Mrs. B and they were ready to love another kitty)... So I agreed, and we found a litter through our local pound. Each girl found a favorite, so we came home with two kitties instead of one (why I didn't see that one coming, I'll never know!).


Amanda picked sweet little Tiger, the runt of the litter, and Courtney picked handsome Spotty, the big brother. Tiger immediately bonded with Amanda, and Spotty with Courtney. To this day, Spotty and Tiger sleep on the girls' beds and they all share the same wonderful relationship I had with my Mrs. B.

Seeing that special bond made me miss my Mrs. B and having a kitty of my own... A couple of years after adopting Spotty and Tiger I was running errands when I happened to see a "Free Kittens" sign in someone's yard. Now I pass signs like that quite often, but this particular time I had a strong urge to pull over. I rang the doorbell and when a woman came to the door I said, "I doubt you're going to have what I want, but I'm looking for a long haired, affectionate, female black kitty," to which she replied, "I have one kitten left and you just described it." (See what I mean about "it was meant to be"?)


Just look at this little bundle of fur that I brought home that day. Of course when I brought him to the vet's office the following day for his first check-up they informed me that I had a little "he" instead of a little "she"!!


He was my cat and I was his person from day one.


He was more like a dog than a cat. All I had to do was call his name and he'd come running.



He'd follow me around the house, like a little puppy.


When I went to bed, I would snap my fingers and say, "Bedtime" and he'd come running running down the hall to the bedroom for our nightly ritual...


I sleep on my side and as soon as I got into bed, he'd leap up onto the bed and climb onto my hip to go to sleep...


In the morning, before my feet even hit the floor, he'd jump down off the bed and run into the bathroom where he'd wait for me (knowing that was always my first stop)...


It's hard to believe that it's been a year now... I miss him so much...

This beautiful portrait of my boy, painted by Amanda, was her Christmas present to me last year... What an incredible gift - and what a wonderful tribute to such an unforgettable cat...

"A cat doesn't want the world to love him - only those he has chosen." (Helen Thomson)

Donna