I don’t normally write two posts in one day, but the cutest, ironical thing just happened. I was busy hand sewing a miniature canary with a transfer of my drawing ‘Wolf the Canary’ as a representation of a cuckoo clock, to put inside a commission of ‘The Wolf’s House’. Lily was on the floor sleeping. I went to get the iron so that I could give the canary a last wee press before adding it to the house. However the canary was nowhere to be seen! I searched high and low for some considerable time – perhaps it had flown out the window! Then I spied a piece of yellow silk under Lily’s paw. Now Lily loves toys it has to be said – Dino Baby being the latest addition to her collection, flown all the way from the set of Breaking Bad, apparently high on crystal meth with those eyes!
However it never crossed my mind that Lily would have delicately picked the tiny canary up in her mouth (my Sherlock Holmes powers of elementary deduction cleverly worked that out! Ok, maybe the canary was slightly damp!) to give it a cuddle! Too small to prop between her paws, she was hugging it with one paw!
I managed to prize her latest conquest from under her paw to check it wasn’t damaged! She looked so sad I popped it next to her one last time. Sorry Lily, this one’s not for you!
And the irony…Wolf the Canary symbolises the misinterpretation of wolves through fairy tales and the media – Lily could have destroyed the canary with ease but she tenderly looked after it!