In my dorm, perched on the top of my headboard, is a small stuffed cat.  It has been well-used and is a bit worn; its fur is not soft and silky like it once might have been, but rather coarse, thick, rough...

This cat, although not brand-new, is one of my favorite possessions that I brought with me to college.  It's white fur may be a bit dingy, and its black glossy eyes may be scratched, its whiskers short and choppy but it means so much more to me than just a stuffed cat.

This cat has not been in my possession for very long at all, three months at the longest.  I recieved it as a gift at my graduation party from one of my best friends, Brandi.  She never told me the origin of this brown-tipped, stuffed Siamese toy, but I believe that it is fair to assume to that it belonged to her when she was a little girl. 

Brandi knows how much I love cats and this gift was truly one from the heart.  Sure, it's a very cute kitty, but what makes it even cuter is that every time I look at that stuffed animal, it reminds me that I've got some great friends, even when we're miles apart.

~*thecreativecatlady*~
Elizabeth Michaela

THIS WRITING PROMPT WAS: Close your eyes briefly.  Think of one object that's in the room and focus on it.  Without opening your eyes, recall as much detail as you can about it.  After 3 minutes or so, open your eyes and write about that object without looking at it. (www.creativewritingprompts.com)