My Name is “Fluffy”. It’s not a very original name, but I didn’t pick it, did I?
I would have picked a fancy name like “Floradora”, or maybe an exotic name like “Esmeralda”. But not “Fluffy”. No way.
At least I wasn’t named “Puffy”. I wouldn’t like that one bit.
From now on, maybe I just won’t come when I’m called.
I have a red velvet cushion that has “Fluffy” embroidered on it in gold. It has real gold tassels on it too. I like the way the tassels bounce up and down when I swat at them. If I wasn’t named “Fluffy”, it wouldn’t be my cushion anymore, would it?
I also like my pink flowered bowl. It says “Fluffy” on the side of it. It’s my bowl. Just thinking about it makes me hungry.
I hope you understand that underneath all this fur is a tiny little kitten who needs a lot to eat.
Someone just called “Fluffy”. It must be dinner time. Maybe “Fluffy” is a pretty nice name after all.
I wonder what’s for dinner? I think I’ll go see.
I’m back. I ate, and I feel much better. As I was saying, my name is Fluffy. I’m a Persian tabby kitten, and I’m just a baby, so my eyes are kind of blue. I’m wearing a really pretty dress. It’s mauve, and has pale gold flowers with wine-colored centers. It’s got a white collar and ruffled cuffs, and lots of swirly white petticoats. I’m wearing a pale turquoise jumper over it. Best of all, I like the big yellow-gold bow at the front.
Max Bailey hand sculpted me from paperclay. (He’s the one who named me Fluffy.) My whiskers are made from stiffened cotton thread. I’m a one-of-a-kind original work of art, and meant for display only. No molds are ever used in Max’s work, so nobody else looks like me and never will!
I was completely hand painted with acrylic paints, then signed and dated and sealed with matte varnish for protection and preservation. I rest firmly on a turned wooden base that is stained and sealed in golden oak, and I am 7 and 1/8 inches tall.
Update: Fluffy has already been adopted. Thank you!
I’m so glad I found these bikes. I had no idea how much kitten dolls enjoyed bikes until I got them. They actually got a bit rowdy.
They had a game of Chicken.
Their mama managed to redirect them.
Then they rode tandem. No hands! Er, paws.
Then they rode off on their own.
I’m not sure where they went.
If you see them, let me know.
They’re about, well, kitten-sized…several inches tall, and not considered dangerous. 
