I saw Bob in a secondhand shop and fell in love. I over heard people discussing his weight and issues with his short shorts. I fell in love with his eyes. They look so judged and that is how I often feel, be it all in my mind or reality.
He is lovely to hug too and like his brethren he won’t give away my secrets. I may knit him a jersey that fits a lot better on him. His name was gifted from the shop and suits him.
All the cats have poked at him on his spot on our couch. But just sits. Great company in his silent way.