Little Pusheen is Watching Me Sleep
She watches me sleep. Every now and then I'll knock her off the night stand in my sleep and when I wake up and she is not there, I kind of freak out. I'll literally say "PUSHEEN" out loud and start to look for her.
I know, I'm almost 55 and my favorite thing on earth is a stuffed toy. I've got a bunch of stuffed toys, but this one is special.
When I'm in a lot of pain, or having a bad panic attack, I'll hold her and listen to music on my headphones. It helps a lot. When I'm feeling silly, I'll walk around with her out in front of me and pretend she is flying (super Pusheen). I've got my coping measures you see.
Thing is I have an above normal IQ, but several people have seen all the stuffed toys and you can tell they think I'm "special". I don't correct them, to hell if they want to think that. Lets be honest, it's no more childish then someone my age who has 1500 hot wheels cars.
I've got a set of Pusheen and her sister Stormy with sunglasses on. The Pusheen one has a shot glass in front of her. The glass is shaped like a boot and came with a bottle of whiskey from Alberta. The thing is about useless as a shot glass, but looks cool in front of Pusheen as it's 3/4 her height.
The newest of the collection is a Stormy that is a unicorn cat hybrid. She has a horn and a mane like a unicorn. I love my toys.
I often wonder if my love of these things comes from the fact that when I was 10 my parents took the toys away. They said it was time to grow up more. I was not at all ready to do so, and now I have my toys to play with. I have actually had tea parties with them. I've also posed them all over the place for photo shoots. The big one is a rare 14 inch Pusheen on the fridge and I have a cowboy hat on her.