one day you'll wake up, aged 19, and you remember your childhood plush that you loved oh so dearly that your heart can't help but ache for it.
I vaguely sketched out my childhood plush so i have at least a visual memory of it.
It used to be a white chunky cat toy that was relatively stiff in general except it's tail.
It used to sing and pur and had clear whiskers. I remember it having some kind of bow tie.
I've been searching for her on the internet and couldnt really find her. Many of the plushies pain my heart when i saw them because they resemble much like her.
The way i yearn to hold this kitty of mine one more time and hear her sing her song as she purrs














