Monday, October 15, 2007


When Quinn was a baby, she had a favorite toy. A pink sparkle ball. She carried it around in her mouth all the time.
(Note that the ball is almost as big as her head!) We joked she was just about like Gollum "My precious!". Sadly, the sparkle ball was lost rather quickly as often happens with little cat toys. We tried in vain to find her another sparkle ball. They were all so flimsy they'd fall apart in no time and have to be taken away lest the cats eat them. Craft store pompoms were a half hearted substitute. But nothing seemed to please her as much as her original sparkle ball.

Quinn is now 6 and it's been at least 5 years since we've seen that ball. Then, this weekend while we were in the midst of our fall cleaning, I turned the sofa over to attach new sliders to the feet. Lo and behold, there stuck in the underframe of the sofa was the sparkle ball.
All is good in the world. At least it was for about 6 hours on Saturday. It appears, though, that the sparkle ball is once again lost.

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