What is a monkeybox?

When I was a little girl, we had a pet monkey named Amanda. My Dad worked in the produce business, so each night he brought home that days culls in a big box - spotty cucumbers, pithy apples, limp celery, moldy oranges and the like. We called it a monkeybox. It was really just trash, but my Mom would take each piece of fruit and trim it, pare it and cut it up to make a beautiful fruit platter for Amanda. Even though it was deemed trash by one, it still had life left in it and was good for the purpose we needed it. That's how I live my life - thrifting, yard saling, looking for another's trash to be my treasure.

Friday, September 29, 2006

My Cat is Famous!

I've been sending in picutes to Stuffonmycat.com for months. Our cat, Tiger, made it today. We have three cats - Little Lady, Pity and Tiger. Tiger was abandoned by the neighbors and we took him in. He is 11 years old and weighs 20 pounds. He has been with our family for almost a year now. I say he barely has the strength to keep him intestines in his skin because he just lays around all the time. He is very funny. His picture is the one with the Christmas Cactus on his back under 9/29.

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