Broken bits

My daughter’s cat was living in the kiln room while he recuperated. He was a feral rescue that came to us in pretty poor shape but as you can see, he’s doing quite well now and we’ve moved him into the house at the farm.
I can reclaim that room as a safe space for pottery. I only share the kiln room with the turtle.

This is all very good as the turtle doesn’t break things. The cat broke teapots and mugs and things started to be stored on the floor and in corners that I didn’t think he would pull things down from. The last thing the cat broke really chapped my hide. It was 12 spoons. Twelve. The whole box. I thought they were safe but I was clearly wrong.

As luck would have it, I needed new glaze testing pieces so some of the pieces will be put to use.
Sometimes it’s about making lemonade out of lemons.

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