After tirelessly pursuing his "petite femme," Dodi, Caspian "Le Pew" has become slightly dejected from her continual rejections. Even on the rare occasions when he's managed to find his way into her bed, she's made it abundantly clear that she thinks him a bore. He seems to be oblivious to the fact that attempting to pounce on the object of his desire is not always the best strategy for winning her affection, but then again, he never has been a quick learner. Well, who am I to judge courting rituals?
At any rate, with a battered self-image and the need for a distraction from his burning desire for the orange fluff ball, Caspian has reverted back to his relationship with the one entity he has managed to coax into behaving as he pleases, his ambiguously-specied stuffed cub/puppy/kitten. Not only does he hump this sorry excuse for a lover, but he feels the need to feed it on a daily basis!
