Once upon a time, there was a baby boy named Bridger.
Bridger loved toys of all kind, but he loved stuffed animals the very best. There was one stuffed animal, in particular, that he loved the very most...
This kitty doesn't have a name. Mainly because it was never known if it was a kitty, or a tiger.
Sooo, his name is kitty.
His Grandma GG gave it to him one day, and from that point on, the kitty was attatched to the little boy. He brought it to breakfast each morning. He played with it during the day. He slept with it every night. He even bathed with that silly kitty every once and awhile! And when the kitty was nowhere to be found, tears and whining ensued until the kitty was found. He loved this kitty.
He loved it so much, in fact, that his mom had to search high and low to find more of these kittys to use as "back ups" just in case! Bridger's mom finally tracked them down and ordered not one, but TWO "back up" kittys.
The day finally arrived when the post man would deliver the kittys. Bridger's mom was nervous that the kittys would somehow be different than the original.
Bridger and his mom held their breath as they opened the box.
To their surprise, the kittys were the exact same!
Well, except for the fact that the original had been loved
a little bit a lot more than the two new ones. The two new kittys' fur wasn't all matted down. Their stuffing was evenly distributed throughout the whole body, instead of just in the head and tummy, and the stitching on the mouth was all intact. These kittys were perfect.
Well, not according to Bridger, they weren't.
They were NOT the same kittys AT ALL.
They didn't smell the same.
They didn't taste the same.
They didn't look the same.
They were simply not the same kittys.
So, Bridger's mom said, "Oh well. I guess there goes $15. Blah."
And Bridger went on loving his original kitty forever and ever.
And they both lived happily ever after.
Shhh. Don't tell Bridger, but I'm totally going to trick him.
I am going to wash those little suckers and maybe even let the dog next door maul them for a little while. I may even rub some dirt on them. THAT will for sure make them a little more recognizable to the little bug.
Here's to hoping that in case of an emergency (aka: the original gets lost) these back ups do their job.
Heaven help us all if they don't.