Back from a brief hiatus, I bring you more tributes inspired by Dirty Wow Wow and Other Love Stories: A Tribute to the Threadbare Companions of Childhood. Let's start with the ferret called "Freddy."
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Saki, my little companion cat, has several toys, few of which he favors, or even plays with. A gray mouse (pictured here), as well as a white mouse, are two that he likes to play with. But the one he loves the most is a striped ferret I'll call Freddy. When he gets a hold of it he seems to turn into a kitten again, a 17-pound kitten at that.
His two kitty friends, Moni & Loki, don't seem to have any such feelings towards their numerous toys. Saki, though, will dig Freddy the ferret from the bottom of the toy box to get to it. He purrs, sometimes with all four of his paws kneading, eyes squinting, when he has it in his mouth, and he will often generously offer me his ferret to show me just how much he loves me.
— K. R. W.
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George was a present from my parents on my fifth birthday. I loved him right away. Every night he protected me from one of the worst villains in the history of mankind: Darth Vader. I'd tuck him between me and my dark bedroom.
As I got older my nighttime-defense-against-monsters philosophy changed. I worried that, with him in such a vulnerable spot, something evil might attack him — I couldn't live with that. I settled him into the crook of my arm, often keeping him on the wall side of the bed for safety. I think it was a good decision; he's survived fairly unscathed.
— K. R.
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Part 6 will conclude the series of posts about our little stuffed friends. Meanwhile, we invite you to post your own story about your Dirty Wow Wow.
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