This teddy bear was a mourning gift from Mr. C. Today, six years ago our first kitty Norbert died. I was devastated. This teddy was of great comfort to me during the mourning period. His name is Mr. Scrumpy.
Even though Mr. Scrumpy is now quite old and scrumpy looking (hence the name), I'll never part with him.
Update: I also forgot to mention that teddy was made in Sweden and is partially filled with barley. (I'm trying to support high quality plushies)
The purpose of this post series is to show you some of the things that surround me. This isn't about bragging in the sense of: look how many pretty expensive things I have. All of these items are important to me out of various reasons. What they all have in common is that they have come to define me and my life in some significant way. In the end it's all about the story. And I love a good story.