Hobbes your best friend, and secretly alive, had been yours for so long it was hard to think of a time without him.

He’s sitting on your bed, curled onto his back as he sleeps. He’s a large tiger with claws and teeth. And he had a red shawl that he wore at all times.

He smiled as you come over and let out a deep purr as he opened his black beady eyes. “Breakfast?” He asked.