One day Murphi came home to a poorly taped egg crate in her mailbox. Inside the egg crate was a envelope, and inside the envelope was a document detailing an unexpected inheritance from a stranger named Mildred. Toothless and allergic to most synthetic fibers, Mildred spent her days draped in egyptian cotton while perusing an old phone book. She also kept watch over an unruly gang of babies. Nearing death (or so she claimed), she picked a random address from her trusty yellow pages and shipped the babies off, hoping whoever opened the package would be up to the task. Murphi's home has since become the predominant institute for abominable baby studies.
Part clay, mostly fur, these shy creatures take great comfort in the sound of the human sneeze. Stick them on a tree or hook them to your bag and you'll never be alone again.