Sometimes at an estate sale, you find things that you never knew or imagine exist.
And you just can't pass them up.
Like this vintage (1950's?) photo.
Someone loved this kitty enough to take a portrait, blow it up to 8x10, frame it and then keep it for approximately 60 years.
I can't decide if his name was Adolf or Charlie.
Or if he goose-stepped with one paw raised, or toddled along in a bowler hat twirling his cane.
Or maybe he wiggled his eyebrows, chewed on his cigar, and hung out with Harpo and Chico.
Yes, I bought him. No, I have no idea why. Everyone needs an 8x10 of the Fuhrer, don't they?
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