Cat box shame

I have a cat who is the great love of my life. And, yes, I am one of those people that will make you stand in the rain and look at photos of my Gitsie on my phone. No, they do NOT all look the same, and don't worry, there is only one more GB! She is gorgeous and perfect and snuggly and chrip-sings when she is happy. She loves to lie in my arms like a baby for hours and hours. But don't let her long blue grey fur that feels like baby chicks fool you. Don't let the precious, perfect white paws, or the piercing yellow eyes suck you in. Do not be fooled by the David Bowie circa Ziggy Stardust white markings on her. She climbs up drapes. She howls for no reason, she enjoys stalking and attacking plastic bags. She only enjoys fine fabrics (well of course she does, she is MY cat). She spent the first 2 months of her life sleeping on a white faux mink full length coat I had planned to sell. She especially likes velvet, cashmere, and silk, like her mother.

Like her mama, Gitsie found and grew to love a Vera all on her own. I made the mistake of leaving this one on the bottom shelf of a closed cabinet in the bathroom. One morning, I came in to see the cat box covered in a brown and white square of silk. A Vera. Covering the litter shame.

I admit I set her up on this one. I left the Vera (it was not stained by "gifts", as Gitsie is too fastidious for THAT) on the floor of the bathroom, not near the litter box. And I waited. Lo and behold, Gitsie struck again, and I grabbed my camera. I didn't pose the scarf, but I did edit out waste. I also shot the scarf, such that it is. I don't know if I should wash it and keep it or throw it out. Probably wash and keep unless I find a dupe. I am a completionist, after all. I don't leave the Veras lying around the bathroom anymore.

Gitsie likes to be put in a pouch when I am wearing a cashmere sweater. She is strange like mama.


Scarf: 32" Square. Brown and white print silk. Brown hand wrapped hem. Brown Vera signature, no ladybug