I love Gary so much. I love his abstract colouring. He’s so gorgeously colourful, but in a non-obnoxious way that suits me. I love his cute little fingers and toes. Sometimes, I’ll interlace my own fingies with his limbs. I love his little belly pooch. I love how I met him — at the Stedelijk museum after visiting an exhibition on Marina Abromovic. My favourite of all, I love his gloriously curled tail that recoils back into its original shape no matter how much I fidget around with it. Ngl tho, on more occasions than I’d care to admit, I open my eyes as I break out of sleep, and I catch of glimpse of Gary’s goofy face and oogly boogly eyes, and I get spooked for a millisecond before I compute: ‘Oh, it’s Gary’.
