Meet BooBoo Kitty.
BooBoo Kitty (and you have to say the whole thing, not just Boo or Boo Boo, it’s BooBoo Kitty) and I met many, many years ago on one of the many, many Spring Breaks I spent with my grandmother, aunts, and cousins, and family in Florida.
Every year we headed off to the greater-Orlando area and every year my Grandmother would spoil me rotten. BooBoo Kitty was one of the many “under the table” gifts my Grandma slipped me when the other kids weren’t looking.
We were at Disney World, sitting near a tree. And it was a “shhhhh, don’t show anyone” peak into a bag that contained the whitest, pink bow-y-est, make-a-girl happy kitty in the world.
I then spent my entire childhood with this stuffed cat. It was comfort. It was girly. It was Grandma love. It was magic.
Of course BooBoo Kitty was slightly tainted because my Uncle had named her. He was making fun of me for being so attached and playing off Shirley from Laverne and Shirley, he named the cat for me. But it didn’t matter. She was my BooBoo Kitty and she meant magic. She brought me back to the bench by the tree and the “you are special” feeling that was instilled.
When you’re little, a Grandma gift at Disney World is pretty much the best thing ever.
Which is my round-about way of telling you we’re going to Disney World next week and I have every intention of making some magic.
*in light of recent discussions I wish to disclose that after this post was written I spoke with Disney PR and was offered media passes to the park. I did not blog about Disneyworld after, in order to remain above the board and not write advertorial content. I, instead, twittered my experience at Disney in which I had planned, paid for, and previously expected to, other than media passes to the parks. In my twitters I acknowledge Disney PR’s assistance.