Atu XII

Atu XII

Originally uploaded by perlmonger

We’ve had William (and Gordon, elsewhere in the house) for many years now, surviving the various attentions of Tribe members in a more-or-less intact manner.

Sadly, the arrival of Henry and Ron (and Ron’s Smell) has led to entropic decay, viz. Henry’s (for it is mostly his) teeth. William’s string has been snapped several times in the last week, and tied back into one each time, until finally the break was too close to the poor Tory’s head to be rejoined.

This seemed like the best solution; it was either the ankle or the neck, and this way he at least gets to be a tarot trump.