Sweet Stuffed. This actually strikes me as a creepy picture of him, but it still makes me and Mike laugh every time we look at it.
The black/white divider-line down his face never fails to delight me. And his nose always reminds me of The Wizard Oz's Scarecrow's. :)
Floofy, to be sure, but he still spends as much time in the box fan-cooled bedroom as in the air conditioning-cooled main room on days like this, so the heat must not bother him as much as it does us.
He jumps up onto the bed beside me every time I begin writing in my journal, sometimes resting his soft, warm head across a page until I gently and ohhhhhh-soo-sloooooooowly slide the book out from under him. Dear little soul. ♥