Lion Description

His mane sticks out in all directions, just allowing for his goofy, floppy ears to poke out. His coat is still soft even after years of love and abuse. It is still somewhat shiny, asking to be held and played with. His glass eyes stare blankly ahead, his limp head resting on his paws. I can see my reflection in his unblinking eyes and I am suddenly haunted by this lovable fluff. I'm surprised to see he still has whiskers , mangled as they are. They stick out in every which direction like old abandoned road signs and complement his wild mane. His splayed limbs are just asking for a cuddle, the perfect position to be nuzzled and cradled and loved by someone. I can see the seams of where and how he's been put together; a tag advertising his origin does not go unnoticed.