I didn't have time (or inclination) to shop, but there were many, many booths not only from our own state, but from Kentucky, Ohio, Michigan and Illinois, too. There was music, workshops, real rest rooms, animals, and all kinds of fibery stuff. A real class affair. Kudos to Victoria! Sweetie and Helena Handbasket were there, too.
It's always hard for me to sell some of my buns, and I was sad to see their empty cages that night, but all three went to great homes.
To compensate for their loss, I am delighted to say that two of the feral angoras have been live trapped and are now exploring inside the house. Here's the first guy.
Notice his "sleepy" eyes - just like Percival, who happens to be his grandfather. The baby has the dark nose of Jackie Brown, his mom. Just caught the other one this afternoon. Same fuzziness, different nose. They are co-habitating with Ramsey's sole surviving kit. Damn, I'm glad I got him inside before the evil cat did.
