Lily may have the largest collection of stuffed animal toys around. She started her collection at a young age by taking a tiny stuffed teddy bear from a shelf and a stuffed polar bear and turtle from the grandkids’ toy box and making them hers. Since then we’ve bought her many little critters and she has confiscated more of mine—a small moose and a grizzly bear I brought back from Alaska, for example.
Sometimes I get a little annoyed to find a dozen or more of her toys strewn all over the house only minutes after I’ve put them away. But I also find it humorous, especially when she shows up with a stuffed toy in her mouth and meows loudly before dropping it at my feet.
Last week, when I picked up her toys, I put them in a different place. Soon I heard a loud meow and I went to look. I found Lily sitting just outside my office, the polar bear toy lying in front of her exactly where I’d picked it up from. It was as if she was telling me, “This is where it belongs, not in that basket in the living room or the toy box…right here!”
What is she a frustrated home decorator? Is this a mind game? She is asserting herself to gain greater control in this household? Is she simply bringing me her toys out of love? Or is she showing off her hunting abilities? We haven’t been able to figure it out, but in the meantime, I have to say—I’m learning to live with Lily’s odd obsession and it does make me smile.