A ferret, which I named “SPH” for reasons that should be obvious.
I had two favourites…that I still have.
One’s a stuffed rabbit named Thumper. He’s dark grey made with some kind of rough velvet, I guess. I’m not sure what the material’s called. Soft pink velvet in his ears. At any rate, he’s got this wonderful dusty/musty smell that will take me straight back to 3 years old. At one point, his arm was ripped off and sewn back on with a pretty obvious stitch.
The other’s Brown Teddy (as opposed to Yellow Teddy who was not my favourite, more of a second stringer). Orange/Brown ‘n’ soft ‘n’ fuzzy. Articulated arms and legs and a vacant stare right to his front.
I won a pink stuffed cat in a crawling contest when I was a few months old. I called him Mow-Mow (rhymes with ow-ow), and I took him everywhere. Mom finally made me throw him out when his tail and legs just wouldn’t stay on anymore. We’d sewn them back on so many times that they were getting shorter and shorter…
I still have my Cheer Bear from my 5th birthday. Wow, I’ve had a teddy bear for 20 years!
My favorite bear right now, the one I snuggle with when I’m sleeping all alone, is my big brown bear my mother got me for Christmas two years ago. I named him Bearamir. Yes, I’m strange.
Yiffy? :dubious:
Mine was a little (about 6") tan bear named Otto. He was named after my grandparent’s dog. Otto the bear was a odd little thing, mostly flat, arms splayed out in a cross with a big rhombic head (about half of him was his head) with a slight mound in the middle crowned by a tiny black fabric piece for a nose and an equally tiny fabric piece that was supposed to be his mouth, but looked more like he was sticking out a very small tongue. Otto was unique, I can’t say I’ve ever seen another bear like him.
I was a short sickly kid, so I think maybe I related to Otto’s small size relative to my other more conventional bears.
I had whole series of Monchichi monkeys. (These seem to have been ubiquitous in some countries, unheard of in others and I don’t know if they still exist).
Even looking at that website I cannot quite shake the feeling that those monchichis there are lonely and need to be rescued by me.
Remember those chimpanzees with the plastic faces, holding plastic bananas and wearing plastic sneakers? I haven’t seen one in ages.
I had one when I was 5 that I absolutely adored.
One day while I was at a friend’s birthday party, my mom decided my buddy needed a bath. So she put him in the washing machine. When I got home she tried to make me think I had misplaced him so she would have time to replace him. But I found his remains in the laundry room, covered with a towel. The only thing left was his wire skeleton, face, banana and sneakers. :eek: