I’m terrified to throw away her baby, because she loves it so.

There is a remnant of a tail. Really just a bit of string leftover from endless chewing habits.

Surprisingly, it kept both eyes and a nose.

The ears are softly nibbled.

My fur baby has kept this baby doll for a long time. It’s not that we see her playing with it all that often, but the signs of attachment are still there.

We wake up to find it next to the bedroom door.

It will be left in the middle of the floor (as if to keep us company in her absence.)

It wanders up and down the halls at night.

When I was single and it was just Baby and me, I always let her sleep with me. Often times, Baby’s baby would be lost among the blankets, and I would find it in the morning.

Toys have come and gone in this household for the little cat darling, but this one remains. We can’t bear to throw it away. I think we’ve become as attached to it as she has.

This has been,

Fanny T. Crispin