Love and loyalty

Quite some time ago, I spent about 6 months with a man I was pretty fond of. It all ended rather badly, mainly because he was a dysfunctional coward. But the one good thing he did that stuck was give Sophie what I came to call the mouse-snake, a toy that was a mouse head with a rattle inside, and a long fur tail. She took the tail apart within a couple of months, but has preserved the head, loved the head, carried the head around with her ever since.

Tonight I came home to find the head in two pieces on the staircase: the rattle inside and the fur covering separate from each other. I picked them both up, saluted their faithful service and, while Sophie wasn't looking, put them in the kitchen garbage.

I just came out of the bathroom to find them both on the kitchen floor. She'd opened the cabinet, gotten into the garbage and pulled them out. That, my friends, is true love.

Now I'm trying to figure out if there's cat-safe glue somewhere that I can use to repair the thing. I was thinking about epoxying it all together, but I suspect it wouldn't be safe so--not doing that. I've also poked around the internet trying to find another one of these toys--to no avail. I'll figure something out. Sophie needs her mouse-snake.