Last week Victor went out of town and brought me back home an old taxidermied bobcat who had apparently had a hard life and was missing some parts and desperately needed some TLC.
Not everyone shared my enthusiasm.
After a quick repaint and some minor repairs I was able to scrounge up some old baby clothes and
Hailey: What is even happening here?
me: Magic, Hailey. Magic is happening. And I found the perfect name for her. Because she’s adorable and old-fashioned but she’s also feisty as hell and somewhat unpredictable.
Hailey: Katy Purry?
me: Oh, that’s a good one. You are my daughter. But no. This is Judy Snarland.
Hailey: Are you sure I’m not adopted?
me: Not a chance. Now she’s just missing something to hold in her hands.
Hailey: She looks okay like that. Like she’s sneaking up on you to scare you.
me: Well that’s fitting because I’ve gotten my dress snagged on her claws twice and accidentally found myself being chased by a dead bobcat.
Hailey: Maybe she should be eating something?
me: What, like a corn on the cob? Hailey, you are ridiculous.
Hailey: I’M RIDICULOUS?
me: I’m thinking like a tiny accordion so she can play the polka. OH! OR MARIONETTES MADE OF TAXIDERMIED MICE AND I COULD MAKE AN ENTIRE PUPPET THEATER.
Hailey: Mice dangling from strings. Pretty sure Ferris Mewler would destroy that in a heartbeat.
me: Very true. Tiny accordion it is then.
PS. I tried to make a tiny accordion but it looked terrible so instead I improvised.