![]() We were living in New York then, and he had his own painting business. "Really," she kept insisting, "the live one is enough." But nothing could stem the tide of crap.Īmy's invasion started with a live rabbit, while Hugh's and mine began, in the late 1990s, with decorative art. ![]() When she was in her late 30s, she got one as a pet, and before it had chewed through its first phone cord she'd been given rabbit slippers, cushions, bowls, refrigerator magnets, you name it. ![]() ![]() For my sister Amy, that thing was rabbits. This is what happens when you tell people you like something. Then there are the plates, the coasters, the Christmas ornaments. Just when you think you're making progress, you remember the owl tobacco tin and the owl tea cosy. Owl trivet: take to the charity shop along with the spool-size Japanese owl that blinks his eyes and softly hoots when you plug him into your computer. I mean, mugs with words on them! Owl cocktail napkins stay, because everyone needs napkins. Therefore you keep the crocheted owl given to you by your second-youngest sister and accidentally on purpose drop the mug that reads "Owl Love You Always" and was sent by someone who clearly never knew you to begin with. D oes there come a day in every man's life when he looks around and says to himself: I've got to weed out some of these owls? I can't be alone in this, can I? And, of course, you don't want to hurt anyone's feelings. ![]()
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