Out of boredom and when I was cleaning, I found my little friend here. I've had him since a wee lil' girl. Which is the only hint that I'll give you. ;3

So, for fun, guess his age! :D

He got a bath earlier. o3o I hope the washing machine wasn't so bad...

Will be scrapped later. xD

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Edit/Story Time
Yes, he's 24 and soon to be 25 in fall. Gratz to those that got it! So here's the story about him, from what I remember.

Mum told me that I got him right when I was born. When I was laying in that bed they put you in after birth was when they gave him to me. No, I don't remember this, but it's what I've been told. As I grew older, I dragged him everywhere. He was my best friend and my "baby". You know how children are, always wanting those baby dolls to call their own? That's how this guy was to me. I made sure he was sleeping with me at night. If I couldn't find him, I'd freak out til he was found. I was a lost kitten every time he ended up missing.

He was also my "client" for make-up when I was still in elementary school. Poor guy suffered through that, you can still see the nail-polish on his little face and paws. ;=; Don't forget "dress-up". Yes, I made him clothes. Yes, he ended up with girly ones like dresses and whatnot. He had booties, but those ended up missing when I was able to take things apart... xD

For dragging him everywhere, I meant it. He even went to college!

... Now I know some of ya are gonna facepalm and shake your heads at me for still having a plushie since birth. But come on now. I bet a lot of you still have your baby blankets! I honestly still wish I had mine... It was big and it was comfy, even if it was just a big piece of cloth.

He's also the reason why I collect plushies... He needs a new name! D8