Fluffy friends, seems I’ve had a few of those in the past, but even the very essence of my books could be called a fluffy friend. Ted was fluffy once, his fur hugged away over many years, he guarded me, saved me, listened to me and while he was never anything more than my battered teddy bear, he was my fluffy friend.
How very clever to think of a teddy as a fluffy freind! the first fluffy friend we all have! Just so cute. And I’m sure he still IS your fluffy frind even if a bit battered and threadbare. x xxx