This is the doll I took for a walk on Christmas day. I call her Holly and she was found in a charity shop in a very distressed state. I’ve now given her a radical haircut and a makeover.
The reason this Bratz cat sits on a doll-sized bin is that my cat Dusty (you can see her in the very first post in this blog, April 27th 2012) was found on a wheelie bin as a tiny kitten.
This male Bratz doll came to me stark naked & wearing girls’ shoes & a wrist cuff. Before dressing him in boys’ clothes, I couldn’t resist popping a dress on him for a photo.