Jeff Weber, beaming, holds up a calico cat in the palm of his hand. "It's almost done," he says. He hefts the cat a few times to show how light it is. The cat lies curled in a circle in Weber's hand, the way cats do when lounging. Its unblinking yellow eyes are fixed for eternity on its tail. Weber gestures with the cat toward a circular cat bed, hollowed out in the center like a large doughnut. "The owner wanted it the way he always remembered it," Weber says. He lowers the cat to its bed. "See!" he says, still...
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