You do know Raymond is a pillow with feet, yes?
Yes, but those feet are also equipped with claws. It's got teeth in there somewhere, too. I've been known to attempt to draft him into pillow duty in my more jubilant moments. When that happens, the moment does not last. In my defense, he is one soft mother scratcher. Sooo tempting to try to use him that way, but he does not appreciate it.
That cat's probably drawn more blood from me than any other cat I've convinced to tolerate living with me. He's not really vicious, but strong in body and spirit. We don't argue unless it's meaningful to both of us. He climbed a tile wall the
one time I attempted to bathe him after he got into the attic years ago. Still have scars from that. I don't recommend it. Bathe some other cat and tell yourself Raymond is clean.
I _think_ I got my first bass in Christmas 1984, It was a gray 3/4 scale bass made by Cort from the Sears catalog. I loved it until my bass teacher told me about a Masada lawsuit jazz bass that was sitting in the store that I could actually buy with my lawnmower money. Good bass teacher, and a good salesman. He mated someone with a product they could afford. Had that Masada bass for years, and wish I still did.
So, other than a few foolish years where a bass wasn't available to me (but yeah, still had a guitar of my own

), ooof, I should be better than I am. Running close to 36 years? Heh, I still loves it, I'll keep going.