He Blends In Like It’s His Job
Half the time, you walk into the bedroom and don’t even notice him.
You just see the stuffed animals sitting there.
Then one of them blinks.
Or his tail moves.
And now you’re standing there like… alright, that’s unsettling.
It reminds me of that scene in E.T. the Extra-Terrestrial where E.T. is sitting there mixed in with all the stuffed animals trying not to get noticed.
Same thing.
Except Ezra’s not hiding.
He just… fits in now.
The Crew
At this point he’s got four of them:
- The sloth
- The turtle
- The buffalo
- And the stingray
That’s his group.
We don’t own them.
We just financed the operation.
The Stingray (This Was Planned)
Beth didn’t just randomly buy that stingray.
She saw it and immediately knew what was going to happen.
So she bought it… for him.
And sure enough—second it hit the bed, he claimed it.
Didn’t hesitate. Didn’t check it out.
Just laid right down like:
“Yeah, this is mine.”
The fins lay out flat across the bed like it was literally designed for him.
Soft. Wide. Perfect.
It never stood a chance.
His Spots
He doesn’t just lay anywhere.
He’s got his spots.
And once he decides something is his… that’s it.
You’re not negotiating.
That stingray?
Locked in.
Typical Cat… Just on His Schedule
He sleeps most of the day.
Like a professional.
But then out of nowhere, he turns into a complete maniac.
Running laps.
Jumping on stuff for no reason.
Full chaos mode for about five minutes.
Then he’s done.
Back to sleep like nothing happened.
Honestly…
It’s dumb.
But it’s funny every time.
Just a cat…
laying on a stingray…
surrounded by stuffed animals…
blending in like he belongs there.
Final Thought
I don’t know if he thinks those stuffed animals are his friends…
…but I do know this—
That bed isn’t ours anymore.
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