Okay, I guess I did introduce him before, with regard to the throwup.
Well, here he is again, this time enveloped in a snuggle. She loves this cat. She carries him around under her arm, or sometimes drags him by the tail. He doesn’t mind. And she likes that about him.
She likes him because he smells good.
Because he’s soft. Because he’s snuggly.
She likes him because he is her comfort.
The other day (the day after the aforementioned throwup) she carried him around all day. It was the first time I could remember her really doing that…really being attached to something. She dragged him around the kitchen. She remarked at their reflection in the dishwasher. She held him under one arm while she wiped the floor with the other (gotta get ’em started early y’all). She inspected crumbs on the floor with Jellycat. She dropped him on the floor, and laid down with him and sighed. It was the “I love you jellycat” sigh. It was precious.
I’m glad she has a lovey. And I’m glad it’s Jellycat. I like him, too.