Haephestas

Heffy is a cat. He didn't set out to be famous. Becky brought him home from Equistar, a therapeutic riding center. They had enough barn cats, and well, Heffy just didn't seem like he was going to be a standout. He couldn't climb, he was clumsy, and he had no sense of where his body was, which he demonstrated daily by crashing into the bottom of the couch. For reasons known only to her, Becky named him Haephestas, for the Greek god of the forge. Since we had trouble saying it, let alone spelling it, he quickly became Heffy. When I decided to start selling a mixture of antiques, collectibles, and clothing, Heffy's Collections seemed a good repository for just about anything. We'd like to get into more offerings, but for now are focusing primarily on vintage and other clothing. Heffy doesn't seem to mind.

Heffy's take is that if we're willing to put in all this effort to have our own web store, eBay, myspace, and this blog, it's all the more publicity for him. I try to get him to become more involved in the whole enterprise, but like most cats, he prefers to let someone else do the work and he'll just sit back and reap the rewards. He figures it's his name, his picture, and adding all that is plenty for him to do. Just like his brother Mac, the yellow lab, he won't even get a paper route to help get us started. It doesn't do any good to plead, he turns a deaf ear. So Becky and I carry on, making Heffy famous (we hope). You never know, he could be like Morris and have his picture all over the media someday.