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We had our family Christmas today. MIL makes stained glass. My father had painted a portrait of me gardening in our back field, when I was about 4 years old. I have the portrait hanging above my piano. Mother-in-law (Marge, whom I named both my cat and my username after) surprised me with the most wonderful gift: her interpretation of me, as a 4-yr-old, but playing with my beloved kitties in that field. I cried when she pointed out that the black cat was Smudge (who died 2 years ago November 2), chasing a butterfly over the Rainbow Bridge. She said she thought the design was "too busy", but I LOVE it any way: