This stuffed bear/ottoman is the best part of our condo in Breckenridge. I have found it soothing to sit quietly and put my feet up on her while I read one of my science fiction novels or watch one of the 5 HBO channels that we have at our disposal. I don't let Dave touch her. At night she likes to come into my bedroom and guard the door. Despite being quite soft and otherwise cuddly and cute, having my feet on this bear reminds me that humans are superior to animals and it gives my ego the added boost to make me feel better about myself.
This hanging cat tapestry is the worst part about the condo. Everything that the bear ottoman stands for (cuteness, unselfishly serving its master, black fur) is eviscerated by the cold stare of the tapestry feline. The white pussy cat puts out an air of superiority and quiet judging (not unlike the look the owners of the condo would likely give us if they saw Dave and I sitting at their breakfast bar in our bib shorts). In fact, even though the heat has been on at night in the condo, when standing next to the cat tapestry I could see my breath in the air. It's that evil. When I tried to remove the tapestry it felt like someone put a red hot fire poker in my pants (however, that could be the reaction I've been having since I've switched chamois creams--witch hazel burns like a mother!). In any event, me and the bear ottoman have made it abundantly clear that we do not like the tapestry cat. I have even gone so far as to take the bear ottoman to my car during the days when we're out riding so that she is not left alone with the Evil.
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