A couple of months ago I found this milk jar in an antique shop up in Gruene, Texas. I bought it because lately I’ve been coming down with cat fever. And looks like it might be chronic.
The porcelain cat survived all the way back down to D.F, but on the first day in his new home, one of my other cats, Tobbe, decided to teach the new kid a lesson and broke off one of his ears. I still think it’s cute, though. Now it has character.