R.I.P. Mulberry the Cat, January 1995 – March 2012
There. That’s better.
A Very Fine Cat Indeed.
It is astounding, in retrospect, just how much stuff Mulberry let my daughter put on her.
Mulberry’s Caterpickles Career (to date*):
- In which The Four-Year-Old invents a new feline punishment
- Kittens! Knitting! Dinosaurs! Oh My!
- In which my daughter channels Mary Poppins
- In sickness and in health
- In which The Four-Year-Old plans the cats’ Thanksgiving
- Book Review: The Cat’s Pajamas
*My backlog of Funny Stuff My Daughter Says and other Mulberry-related incidents means that there are still a few Mulberry posts to come.
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