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My mil decided that since I like cats that she should provide me with all sorts of cat decor. Mind you, I said I like cats, the living, breathing, scratching, purring kind, not inanimate decor. That was long before I had chickens. I actually prefer to choose my own decor, whether or not it relates to a hobby is immaterial.
Some years ago, when I was
really into fishing, my mother bought me a lamp in the shape of a realistic looking large mouth bass. It had a hideous green ruffled shade. It didn't go with anything in our house--not even remotely, but that didn't stop my mother. What the heck am I going to do with a bass lamp? It now resides in the back workshop in the garage. I can't bear to get rid of it because she was so happy to give it to me. I just know that someday she'll be here and ask, "where's your fish lamp?"
And it begins...
My parents found out about my new obsession - not difficult as I "prance" around stating, "I'm getting chickens" constantly...
I am the proud owner of a ceramic chicken purchased at the Mesa Art Center.
It came pre-named: Dame Judith