I found a new weekly photo challenge, hosted by the paper mama. She's got a fun blog, with lots of photos, so I thought I'd give it a go.
I love this photo of Violet. She's laughing. She's swinging. She's in focus...
So, Violet comes downstairs with her kitten ears on and says (rather excitedly), "I'm going to make myself a kitty!"
I probably mumbled something like, "Uh huh, great sweetie", without really looking at her.
When she returned to me this is what I saw.
I'm learning to crochet and therefore have many tempting balls of yarn lying around. After exhausting her interest in the extra hook I gave her to play with, Violet decided it was time to crochet the house.
Was it gangrene or frostbite? Did she step on a nail and procrastinate in seeking medical attention? Are Antastasia and Drusilla somehow involved in this? Perhaps it was the di-A-betus (as Wilfred Brimley would say it)? Violet will not say why, but C' lella's foot needed to come off. First, she tried with a spoon and then deferred to her father's expertise with a steak knife (she's a magnet). Yes, C' lella suffered mightily. Let's just hope that whatever led to this extreme solution is not contagious. Belle hasn't been looking so good lately. Violet is exploring a controversial and experimental therapy, but only time will tell.
