Mirage is very peculiar at the time of getting new furniture. He could spend months and months stal- I mean window shopping for the right addition to his collection. Size, Color, Species, How cute are their helpless grunts as he plays with them, all important factors into determining if the candidates fill the requisites to be the particular article of interest of the day. This one right here just screamed "Pawmat" to him the moment he laid his multiple sets of eyes on him. Well, he actually screamed something along the lines of "What are you doing in my house?! Who the hell are you?!" Followed by the usual grunts and squirms of a recently acquired, brand-new toy! ... But you get the gyst. Flully, huggable, soft, perfect color to liven up the living room, and the cutest little moans whenever you pressed the right spots and pulled the right levers. A very good addition indeed... Except of course for one little detail.

Nothing that could not be solved of course, it wasn't a problem he hadn't encountered before, In fact it was of the highest commonality between his toys: Pesky, pesky mortality. Skin sores, fur deteriorates, muscles atrophy and suddenly the perfect pawmat you spent the entirety of an afternoon looking for goes into an early retirement after a miniscule decade of two of progressively decaying entertainment and decorative value. Not on his watch, no siree!

So in it came the second task into getting the perfect throne room pawmat! Change the production of some hormones here, repress degradation of some telomers there, make bones sturdier and fluff fluffier! In short: In come some new genes, out comes programmed obsolescence! Aaaaaand repurpose some glands to produce mind-numbing aphrodisiac for the hell of it.

All while of course, you take your time to enjoy the wonderful ergonomics of a squirming hamster beneath your sore paws! Cuz remember, no matter how much you adorn a sofa or polish a chair, it will never feel right until you take your sweet, slow, eternal time to break it in.

(At least until certain jaguar comes from his vacation from the dungeon and retakes his spot, but hey, I'm sure I will find some more uses for another eternal toy, I got all the time in the world to figure out what for! )

And don't you worry dear leader for our little pawmat here, as you might suspect, this eldritch lizard takes pride of his good care for his toys, inside and out! heheheh.