Only it isn’t cats I collect
But paintings
They keep finding me. I keep adopting them.
This one however, comes with a history. well a story anyway.
It was just sitting there minding it’s business behind a stack of prints and faded fake water colors
at a local thrift shop
The big blue guy…with the splash. Not it’s real home…just found a useful nail.
Big. Blue oil…Kinda nice gold wood frame. 20 bucks…
Hmmm….I think….Don’t need it.
Turn it over… and find this taped with aging scotch tape to the back
A memo from a Mr Weisse of Park avenue NYC
Inquiring about the artist…typed by his secretary m
He DID get an answer to his inquiry…alright
BAM.
Betty says it is an amateur….with an exclamation point.
Poor Blue.
C’mon home with me…we’ll take care of ya.
Island of the misfit art….
…though someone looks peeved…
She came from the same thrift store…5 whole bucks.
She has a bit of a ‘tude.
fits right in.
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