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