This week's subject is Plush. For years I have had this strange longing to bury my face in the mane of a lion--if only I could find a friendly, clean one that hasn't just pulled his head out of the carcass of a water buffalo. Until then, my Tabby cat Tiger will do. His fur is as thick and soft as any known substance, and on a chilly early Saturday, it has the feel of comfort. It's plush.
When people stop by my house for a visit, they always make a point to hold Tiger because he literally hugs everyone. People always say, "if everyone had a cat like this to hold onto at the end of the day, there would be no wars."
When people stop by my house for a visit, they always make a point to hold Tiger because he literally hugs everyone. People always say, "if everyone had a cat like this to hold onto at the end of the day, there would be no wars."
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I'll leave Mr. K. to use the P word and probably post one of my cat too, as I cannot think of anything else plush …
Post your cat.
(Prince Michael Pants, of course, takes the cake in the Snorty-Greasy-Smelly-Rat-Infestedthings category.)
Old Knudsen, we set that one up nicely for you, don't you think?
#1, he's The Baaaaby. He'll be waiting by the ki-ki-kitchen door for you on Wednesday.