Twenty years later, I'm back where I first started writing.
Cuddly cat is a stuffie who identifies as a genderless blob with pronouns squish/squash/squoosh. Squish was gifted by one of my favourite people. My (then) twelve-year-old neighbour who came for a visit long after moving away. The child was very worried that the last stuffie she gifted me to remember her by might have gotten worn out. And so, she gave me something to "hug when I missed her". Cuddly cat now sits on my desk. Well, most of the time, anyway. Sometimes, squish is used by my son as a projectile. In other words, the boy chucks Cuddly Cat at me to test my reflexes. That's when I stash squish in the cupboard. But squish cannot be contained and once again ends up on my desk. On most days, Cuddly Cat says nothing. Squish just smiles at me adorably while I work or mutter under my breath while aligning margins on a PDF. But on other days, Cuddly Cat seems alive with a personality of squash own. And at such times, I have no choice but to cuddle squash and think about t...
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