Thread by @TheBloggess

Y’all. I don’t even have the words for what just happened.

I came home from the shrink. Feeling a bit exhausted. Victor tells me there’s something for me in my office. I assume it’s cat hork since no one else in the house can clean up vomit without vomiting themselves.

It’s not vomit.

She is broken and battered and old and her clothes don’t fit and she’s falling apart.

And she is *magnificent*.

I don’t know which of us is more excited.

So. Apparently Victor found her (him?) on our local Facebook Marketplace. Dude had to get rid of it bc his wife hated it.

The dude when Victor picked it up: Well, at least my wife’ll finally be happy.

Victor: Same.

I want to take his pants off but I’m afraid of what I’ll find.

Victor just handed me a sack of parts that had fallen off of him. Including a foot.

He’s literally bearfooted.

I just feel so seen right now.

BUT NOW WE NEED A NAME....

Name this bear: