A Little Treasure I Found

I found this stuffed toy at a gift shop at a rest stop in Western Massachusetts as we were arriving. My husband noticed the shop looked like it had nice things and we looked around. 🙂 This was the same trip (post: last section) when I lost my favorite pajamas. I saw a small display of stuffed toys, and also realized I’d not selected one for myself before.

She is a baby black bear, my inclination at first was not to name her, and I find that’s where I am. Peeko has understood her as ‘the baby bear’ or ‘teddybear’ and will look at her with recognition like that, as bears in the wild don’t name each other but still communicate, I’d found out.

My cat Peeko may go over and nap next to her, and he may gaze at her adoringly in my arms like “That is a beautiful bear Mommy.” He sent her a kiss once from across the room when I’d showed her to him, it was like a ‘cool boy kiss.’ He is fully neutered.

I have learned to neaten her coat with brushing it back gently with my fingers, since I got her, and after the photo above. 🙂 Petting her fur and sitting with her near is very therapeutic. While my cat Peeko may look anxious and is easily startled by noises, he looks extra soothed this way and tends to enter an even more relaxed sleep.

He likes every so often when I bathe her with a soft cloth with a little water and a light baby Castile soap; Peeko can fully groom himself with an amazing detergent built into his tongue by nature as a cat, and he enjoys when his friends are fully bathed and well-groomed too.

I really wanted to get a photo of her sitting with me on my reading chair nested against my chest as we sit, a view from the back of chair so you could see her smiling face, but it may not be possible because both of my reading chairs have high backs and so far would cover the camera, but it is a calming way I show in words, I may try again, who knows.

Her fur is so soft and glossy, she calms me, and she’s reminded me of my poem, “The Reddest Leaves” which featured a baby bear cub. In the photo, she’s beside a book called Great Short Stories of the World.


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