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Last time I was up in Boston I found an old, beat-up, well-loved, one-eyed teddy bear in an antiques mall which just called out for me to buy it and take it home (probably not at all related to my love of the story "The Velveteen Rabbit", of course). So I did, and put it with the rest of my stuffed animals in the bedroom. My cat was very curious about the new bear, and it seems he's adopted it. The last few days I've walked into the room to find Gateway curled up with the bear, either using one of its limbs as a pillow or curled up around it. Yesterday I even found it in the middle of the floor in a sunny spot where the cat had been lounging. It's adorable. I knew there must've been a reason I felt I had to get that bear.