I actually took a wad of hair I brushed off of one of my cats and rolled it into a felted ball by hand. She passed away six years ago, but I still keep that hairball around. Nobody seems to appreciate when I show it to them, especially when I say “hold out your hand” and drop it in their open palm, even though I reassure them that it’s made of dead cat.
My mother likes to tell the story of how they put the tree inside the playpen when me and twin were small. They’re was a (lost now?) photo of me, sibling, and the cats just staring up at the contained tree.
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