Happy Friday, my lovelies. No, I didn’t break my arm. I’m talking about my waving cat.
I got him in the airport in Shanghai in 2006, on my way home from the two-week trip I took to China with my college marching band. He doesn’t actually wave. Never has, even with the proper batteries and the switch flipped. Maybe he got damaged spending 14 hours in a carry-on, or maybe they sold me a broken cat; I have no idea. But I love him anyway. Even though I could probably go to Canal Street and get the exact same cat with functioning appendages, I won’t. Because it wouldn’t be the same.
What’s your favorite souvenir?