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So, some of you may know that I have a cat. Some others may know that I think she is the cutest/smartest/most adorable/best cat that there ever was. As a result, I like to tell stories about her. Brace yourself.
I have this stuffed animal that I purchased for myself several months ago because I am one ginormous baby, and I like to sleep with one. For various reasons, my previous plush sleeping partner was no longer available/desirable. The new and improved stuffed animal is a big white bear with a green ribbon around her neck that I purchased for $6 from Babies 'R' Us. Yes, I purchased something from Babies 'R' Us for myself. Shut up. No, really.
In any case, a few days ago I noticed that Zulie was kneading my bear before curling up somewhere on my bed and going to sleep. Right now, Zulie is laying across the bear's stomach, dead asleep.
All this time, I thought she was sleeping next to my head because she liked me, not my grungy stuffed bear.
I think she's stolen my stuffed animal.
I have this stuffed animal that I purchased for myself several months ago because I am one ginormous baby, and I like to sleep with one. For various reasons, my previous plush sleeping partner was no longer available/desirable. The new and improved stuffed animal is a big white bear with a green ribbon around her neck that I purchased for $6 from Babies 'R' Us. Yes, I purchased something from Babies 'R' Us for myself. Shut up. No, really.
In any case, a few days ago I noticed that Zulie was kneading my bear before curling up somewhere on my bed and going to sleep. Right now, Zulie is laying across the bear's stomach, dead asleep.
All this time, I thought she was sleeping next to my head because she liked me, not my grungy stuffed bear.
I think she's stolen my stuffed animal.