Oh, yes...inanimate objects have always had distinct personalities, to me.
Each one of my stuffed animals and die cast Cars has their own personality, their own unique name, likes and dislikes, etc.
LOL, once when my mom and I were getting ready to move house, I had to stay up in my room with my mom's dog cuz my mom was painting downstairs and didn't want the dog making a mess. This was during the summer, and the AC unit in my room was malfunctioning....he spat water and made ungodly rattling noises and kept complaining that someone my age should be doing something more productive than sitting in a room for hours on end, and that the dog was bothering his allergies....kinda like the AC from The Brave Little Toaster, but without the ranting and exploding. Man, I love that movie.
I couldn't come out of my room to go downstairs to eat (not that we still had food in the fridge at that point anyway) or get fresh air, cuz my mom had her painting stuff out everywhere, but thank God there was a bathroom right next to my room upstairs.
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I wish Sterling Holloway narrated my life.
"IT'S NOT FAIR!" "Life isn't fair, Calvin." "I know, but why isn't it ever unfair in MY favor?" ~ from Calvin and Hobbes