Riley the stuffed cat.

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I was pacing around in my mother's building at work and looking over some of the products that was in there. She works in the discharge part of the vet clinic (not the fluid type of discharge, the "pick your pet up and take him/her home" type of discharge), and she also has food and cleaning products in there in case an owner wants to pick up something while they are waiting to get their dog or cat. I saw a pet carrier, and in it was this stuffed cat. I immediately took it out and looked at it, and I called it my own. The name on the collar says, "Riley" so that is what I am calling him. I take him around and do silly things with him, such as put him on the shelf when my mother leaves the room. I come back into the room and tell him that he needs to get down from there before he knocks something over. I have so much fun with Riley. I wish I could take him home with me, but he is to stay in the clinic.