My daughter, Dori, gave me this little kitten about 20 years ago. When it was new, it had 2 blue eyes (I thought they were painted on, but apparently not), a pink nose (also apparently not painted), it's ribbon has been tied in a perfect bow for 20 years, and it had 2 back paws. I felt like this was one of the items one of my two kids bought me that I definitely needed to keep in good shape and always display. It has moved many times, carefully packed, and then placed in many different themes, but always visual. He looks larger in the photo but is only about 2-1/2" tall. He's sitting on an antique stone grinding wheel so that gives anyone looking a sense of size.
Then our almost-perfect 2-1/2 year old grandson came to visit for a day. He's Dori's son so I guess it'll be okay. If it had been one of Derrick's kids, it might have been different, you think? His Ada was babysitting he and his 2-month-old little brother, so it would be one of those things Ada saw happen but couldn't move fast enough to save "the kitty." I didn't notice it until S was gone and I saw the "new kitty". Ada said it happened in milliseconds and it was not with malice. But, if you look close enough, you can see where he might have been driving the kitty around the grinding wheel. I'm just saying.
Could this precious little hooligan be the culprit?
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I guess all things come to an eventual end (especially when Babyzilla is around). Poor kitty.
Posted via email by Dori's Uncle Mike:
I am not sure about your household, but in my household there are two sets of rules: 1. Mine 2. Diana's
Under Diana's set of rules it is impossible for one of her precious grand children to be a hooligan. No jury or judge required.
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