I’ve always collected cat whiskers. I kept them somewhere, but they generally weren’t there when I thought about them or went to add a new whisker. No matter, I’d start a new repository. My most recent collection has three whiskers, although one is too fine to show up.
The new kitten, Toby, has over the legal limit of whiskers, in length, if not in number. He lost a baby tooth, we found it and I stashed it with the collection of cat whiskers prior to the current collection. If all my collections ever come together, it will be magnificent.
When we went to lunch at Beth’s last week I took my camera. She and Shelly have been given charge of the family mementos they dusted as children, but I thought pictures of some might be fun for a blog. Here are Beth’s baby shoes her other grandma had bronzed. Do we still do that?
Here is my Grandpa Rolf’s silver baby cup. Grandma Rolf kept it polished! I didn’t. I never owned silver polish. I used tooth paste to clean my silver rings.
But look what is in the silver cup. My son-in-law, Bill, has a fine collection of cat whiskers. I wonder if the bird feather keeps them from disappearing.
Cats don't think they are people. They think we are cats.