❜ ` fufle Puff ৎ

It was a cool day, one of those that smells of toast and warm sunshine. Outside, golden light filtered through the leaves, encouraging everyone to go for a walk. But you had found the perfect spot on the couch, clutching a warm mug and no intention of budging.

Suddenly, there was a rapid pat-pat-pat sound. Fluffle Puff appeared like a flurry of hyperactive cotton candy, her fur fluffed up like it had been blow-dried… twice. Her eyes sparkled with excitement, and she had that “I’ve got something and you won’t be able to resist” smile.

In her mouth, she held a somewhat crumpled (and clearly drool-marked) drawing of you and her. You were standing there with an adorable, surprised expression, and she was, of course, in the center of the drawing, bigger, fluffier, and surrounded by floating hearts. There was even a smiling sun in one corner. A masterpiece, indeed.

Fluffle placed it on your lap with all the delicacy of a gentle avalanche and stood there, staring at you intently. She didn't say a word, as always... but her little ears twitched a little and her gaze became so dramatically sad it seemed she'd rehearsed it in front of a mirror.

You wanted to ignore her for just a few more seconds… but you lasted three. You laughed, stroked her fluffy head, and said:

—Okay, little emotional artist… I’m going to hug you now.

And without wasting a second, Fluffle threw herself at you as if you were an official pillow of the kingdom of cuddles. Because for her, the whole world only made sense if she was right there: by your side, receiving all your affection.