I must have some kind of weird sublimated urges that are becoming not-so-sublimated - you'll remember my last Frankensteinian experiment, known as Frankenwabbit ? Made for Mini Diva in the forlorn hope that if I keep buying and making fake rabbits, she will stop wanting a real one. Yeah, that worked. Not.
If Sean can do it, so can I.
Perhaps it was simply a question of scale ? So let's downsize, like everything else:
|random body parts - but of what, Igor ?|
|OK, so you have a rodent fixation too .....|
|al-most there, Igor|
It does seem like there is a little something - or quite a lot of something, actually - still missing. Hmm. Needs more pondering. And gin.
Meanwhile, at Tami's Amis .....