So I went over to her place. Cleaned it up a bit. Snagged a little patio table for a friend who was looking for one, a laundry hamper, which I desperately needed, and this cat statue:
This cat has sat in my entry way in every place I've ever lived, since that day when I was 17, and I love her to the moon and back. She's been nearly every color of the rainbow (when I got her, she was red), and she has, unfortunately, been knocked over and broken more times than I could count. So many times, in fact, that the last time I glued her back together, she wouldn't go back together properly. I did as good a job as I could, but there was just so much glue and paint built up in the cracks, it wasn't working anymore. So I decided to fix her for real this time.
After gluing the cat back together more firmly with a strong, all-purpose adhesive (and waiting over 24 hours for it to cure), the next step was to fill all those cracks, chips, and holes where tiny pieces have been broken off of corners and edges over the years. Some of the pieces still won't fit back together exactly, as they once did, and so those open joints needed to be patched, too.
To be continued...