Never ever give a nickname to my Mama. She's fine with the name her parents gave her, she said. Not even Catwoman!!! (unless you think she's divine like Halle Berry)
But, know what? I don't think she'll mind being called Catwoman. Coz she's been hoarding cat stuffs since God knows when and from wherever her feet took her. Now, before any of you start organising Mr Clooney and his Ocean (11, 12, 13????) gang to come and rob her treasure, purrrlease beware. There are four guards with serviceable fangs and claws (aka Tom, Nicole, Michael and Nikki) abound. They bite and they don't discriminate. The home contents insurance people were not amused when they saw Mama's list. Cats are good at keeping inventories and database, OK?
The sign that says: We had to get rid of the kids, the cat was allergic - is from Christchurch, New Zealand. The marble cat next to the froggy hails from Penang's famous Batu Ferringhi night market.
That book is a classic that Mama picked up at an antiques shop in Kiama (south coast, NSW). The teenie weenie wooden ones sitting on stairs are from Bali.
I love that signpost: My cat is not spoiled, I'm just well trained. Oh, Mama was referring to me, of course.
The one with the card that says "One of a kind...." is a quaint find in a Frenchie resort in Bukit Tinggi, Malaysia.
That purple jigsaw puzzle is also from Bali while the red/brown batik cat is from Bandung, Indonesia.
Pencils, keychains, pencils with keychains....The yellow figurine next to the bowl of gems is a Siamese cat picked up in Phuket, Thailand. The tiny porcelain ones are from Paddy's Market in Sydney.
Brad's name plate prominently displayed versus that of Tom and Michael. Hmmm....who's been rearranging the display, eh? Oh, the chocolatey figurine (bottom right corner) is a limited edition from Madrid, Spain.
So, there you have it. Mama's precious treasure. Priceless! purrr.....meow!