I outgrew them decades ago, but there are two kicking around my place. One was a silly gift from a relative, which is usually stuffed into a drawer. The other is a silly "worry bird" with a little story card that comes with it, that I gave to my mother as a silly gift, probably 2 or 3 decades ago. I ended up with it after she died. It sits in a decorative plant pot, without any plants, and looks worried all the time, probably because I never pay it any attention.
I would prefer a real pet, but have become more sensitive to pet fur over the years. Also, my worsening health makes it hard enough to take care of myself. I really can't handle a pet any more. I do enjoy spending time with neighbor pets, and those of relatives, but that doesn't happen often. I don't consider reptiles (furless pets) to be friendly or cuddly, so they don't appeal to me as pets. I don't mind hanging out with birds at a pet shop, but having to put up with their noise all the time would drive me nuts, so birds are out. Fish, like retiles, aren't my idea of a friendly, cuddly pet, either. So, I am now stuck with being petless. All I can handle now are pet rocks, and plants. Some plants are sort of furry, though. I like the purple passion plant. It has long, scalloped leaves that are dark green. There is nice purple fuzz all over the leaves and stems, and if you can get it to bloom, it has orangy yellow flowers. I used to grow them, but never knew they could bloom until I saw one blooming at someone's house. I haven't seen these plants in decades, and have wanted to get one again for many years. I never see them in nurseries any more. Don't know why not.
Anyway, as for stuffed animals, my place is cluttered enough, without adding piles of stuffed animals. I am slowly trying to whittle the mess down, but it's going to be a long job. And maybe I'll pay some attention to my stuffed worry bird.
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If a man does not keep pace with his companions, perhaps it is because he hears a different drummer.
Let him step to the music which he hears, however measured, or far away.--Henry David Thoreau