I feel we are close enough now to share important secrets. I have a confession.
That confession is Mongey.
Mongey is my childhood toy monkey. The name comes from one of my very best friends not being able to spell Monkey when we were Very Young.
Nothing to be ashamed of you say? WELL. Here is the good part. Mongey still cuddles with me at night. It is Mongey’s concern that I be warm and have a hand (paw?) to hold.
Mongey is wise and dapper. The best of friends. One of my biggest regrets is pulling some of the poor dear’s fluff out to make a cancer (!) scar.
I loves you Mongey.
Do YOU have a childhood toy hanging out with you often? Any deep respects to pay? This is a safe place :3