Just to let you all know, I have a lot of statues around my office. So these Saturday posts are going to be full of those for a while. I might put something else up eventually. For now… statues.
This is my baby… well one of them. I have had him for a VERY long time. I… liberated him from my daddy. Actually, I begged and begged and daddy finally gave in and let me have him. Daddy then turned around and went back to the store (JCPenney? Or was it Dillard’s?) and got another along with a white version.
I’m pretty sure the store doesn’t sell these statues anymore, probably because the artist stopped having them made. But I’ve got mine, so I’m happy.
I’m not sure what to say about him. I’m a cat person. And black is my favorite color. So of course, I adore black cats. Since the ultimate black cat is a black panther, you can tell why I love that statue.
He is top center on my bookshelf that sits behind my desk. I like having him there since the shelf is up against a wall. No accidental bumping to knock him over.
I love looking at him. He’s strong, sleek and on the prowl. Lots of inspiration in that statue when I do shifter stories.
Would you believe I have one just like him? I used to have two but I'm not sure what became of his mate. I got them from my mother-in-law many years ago.
I''m a cat person too. As I type this, I'm looking at my black panther which is setting by the fireplace in my family room.
I love, LOVE these statues. I almost wish I had gotten a white one too. Then I remember I'm a military wife and we move a lot. I grit my teeth and bite my fingernails every time we have to move. If he breaks, there's no replacing him. Knowing me, I would probably glue him back together (sharpie in the chipped off spots) and then write some story about him being a shifter who suffered a terrible injury that didn't heal right… and good lord, that hasn't even happened and the plot bunny is trying to move in. Ack!