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 I found Dusty
in 1993, in the middle of a busy highway;
she didn't weigh 3 pounds. I took her in, or rather she let me
live with her.
In the beginning Dusty lived in my shop, and when I worked in
clay, she would get all dusty, hence the name "DUSTY". I
sometimes wish I had named her Precious, thinking maybe she
would grow to the name, but to be honest Cujo would have been
more like it. She was a wild thing as a kitten, and as a full
grown cat, she hasn't changed much.
I fired her from the shop, because she wouldn't behave. It
was just a matter of time until someone sued me. Now Dusty lives
at home, with full run of the house and starring in my work as
the perfect muse.
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