theprivatelifeofsherlockholmes:

They’re quite cute.

especially miguel. Wuv him >3<

you are DEFINATELY not the only one. I shiped the day I saw that scene. <3

Hey guys, I’m gonna tell you a sad story from my childhood.

When I was a little girl, my mother would let me help her go grocery shopping at Piggly Wiggly. At the very end of shopping, we would always pass this stand/shelf of stuffed animals from Beanie Babies to Russ Berrie and Co. They were so cool and I would beg my mom, “Can I have one?” Every time. It eventually got through to her that I wouldn’t stop asking and let me pick out one. After looking through all of the cute little plushis, I decided on picking the LAST orange tabby. I loved him and later named him Tom.

My brother and I already had so many stuffed animals so we played together, giving each of our stuffed animals personalities and friends, saying who hated who or who did what. It was an occasion. Sometimes we would pair up our stuffed animals and see who would be the best couple. We paried them all up and soon I discovered that tom didn’t really have a match for him. Soooo I begged my mother again to find a gf tabby for Tom. She did and came back with the very same tabby only cream colored. I named her Cream too.

So now my duo of tabbies was complete. I loved them to death and I had to bring them wherever I went. I was notorious for bringing them in car rides and playing with my little brother in the back seat where we always brought 2 or 3 plushi’s to play with.

Sooner or later I became reckless with Tom. I brought him to school one day and made an attempt to throw him way high into the air, believing he could fly. It was such a bad idea because on one side of the elementary school had a low roof. It was bound to happen that i’d accidentily throw Tom up there. I was crushed! I informed the office immidiately and kept checking the lost and found for days! eventually I found him again and we were reunited!

But this occured all too much. No I hadn’t thrown him on the roof again, but in many cases, i had a knack for misplacing Tom. But before I lost him again, I was hearbroken over cream’s disgusting fate. My brother and I shared a toy room and we’d leave all our toys on the floor. My real cat, Fido, at the time decided to pee on Cream. I pleaded with my mother that we could just wash her but she knew that no risks could be taken. Cream was thrown away.

My mother baught me another. It was just the same, and I hoped I’d learned my lesson but of course I hadn’t. I was careless and left Cream in the hands of my little brother. He was a jerk and would often hide my toys or ruin them. This time he would sue a sharpie to draw a few lines on Cream. I was so furious! This was around the time I decided to stop playing with my little brother because he always ruined my things.

So again, reuniting with another tabby, I tried to stay carefull and trusted myself with the two stuffed animals. Boy was I so foolish. I let it happen to me again, this time accidentily dropping Tom out of my dad’s car while he was on the highway. My mother, again, bought me a new one and i was satisifed. But as time went on, i misplased my Tom again. To this day he remains lost and I don’t have any idea where he may be. I presume he was dead and the second cream became a widow.

Lately I’ve been thinking about these two and discovered them on Ebay. They go for $30 and I would have to buy a third Tom. I’m contemplateing whether I should or not but my heart remains hurt for my pittiful effort at keeping my friends close.

I love you Tom and Cream. Please forgive me DX