Kids are supposed to play with stuffed animals, but the general expectation is that it's a thing one grows out of, so there aren't a lot of adult humans who are "out" about their plushie friendships. It's easy to feel like there might be something wrong with you if you (a grownup) still sleep with, talk to, travel with, or take comfort from your stuffed animals. Fear not! You are not alone, there's nothing wrong with you, and in fact, you may be more well-adjusted than the skeptics in your life. (Apologies to said skeptics!) To support that view, here are some resources written or created by intelligent humans who are not associated with Nutmeg and Binky:
More to come as we discover them... (Or send us your recommendations!)
These are stories submitted by our human readers celebrating their stuffed companions. Here's a small sample, and you can check out our Bulletin Board to read more!
My animal’s name is Spoticus Salmonid, or Spot for short. He is an awesome Sockeye Salmon, and tails from the far flung Isles of Murkswimistan. Also known as a Red, for his vivid spawning color. He is now nearly six years old. Extra cool because of his hand pocket, so you can make him swim, talk, and even sing, very realistically. I take him with me on a drive, sometimes. He lives in the front room, on a matching red chair in front of the picture window, where he can look outside and see the bird feeder. He was a gift from my nice niece. He gained local fame when he sang happy birthday and sent it to her over the Intersea, and has consented to the general release of this number. His effect (when not humorous) is calming, yet resolute. Very smooth to pet, front to back ONLY.
Snowpuff dreamed for many years of following in his grandfather's Olympic Carrot-Jumping footsteps, and in 2018, he finally got his chance to compete. After a disastrous trial run and some unfortunate nervous chewing on his skis, he rallied and performed a nearly-flawless 360-degree aerial rotation. His landing was less than flawless, but luckily he is quite bouncy, and only one carrot was broken. Grandpa was bursting with pride.
I met Nefeli at the Woodland Park Zoo gift shop, and from the silky coat to the soulful eyes it was love at first sight. She's a little over a year old now and still very much a kitten. Nefeli loves pouncing and jumping and hiding in blankets. She likes to keep me company on the couch and "help" me with whatever I'm working on (this "help" mostly consists of looking cute and being soft to pet!). She is a champion snuggle buddy. When I'm not home, Nefeli "guards" against intruders (from the safety of a pile of blankets!) or naps in a sunbeam. She's a little shy and very particular about her white coat, but she loves to visit friends for indoor yarn chasing and hide-and-go-seek. Maybe one day I'll convince her to sit still for a tea party.