#skoosh

I guess that I should tell you a little bit about my pokémon!

My oldest one is Max, an Eevee that my parents' Sylveon and Umbreon (yes I know it's cliché, deal with it) gave birth to when I was 12. I love the little guy to death, and I know he loves me, too. Perk of being a pokéempath, I guess. His tail white is a bit less "spiky" than average male Eevee tails are, but he never seems to be bothered when I refer to him as male, so I'm not exactly sure what to make of it, other than just a very rare mutation in the gene responsible for it. He's a real sweetheart, very attentive and very caring. He loves to go on walks with me, and I don't really keep him in his pokéball at all. He's also SUPER floofy, like, silky smooth and you can almost make your hand vanish in his fur if you wiggle it.

Mel, the second Eevee I got, when I was 19, is a CHONK of a girl, on the upper end of the spectrum of size for Eevee. She loves to fight things, and she's really fast, despite being such a big girl. Of course, when I say "fight things" I really just mean she loves to tear up her toys. She's very well behaved though, and she's pretty ambivalent about being in her pokéball, never really seems to care either way. Her fur you CAN make your hand vanish into, though it's a little coarser than Max's fur.

Skoosh is my Gastly, and he actually found me! He's really shy and skittish, so when he approached me when I was super lost in the forest at one point, I was actually really surprised that not only did he come to me and help me, but even moreso that he didn't immediately dart off never to be seen again. Instead, he guided me back out of the forest, to a road nearby, and just... well I can't really say "he asked to stay with me" because I don't actually speak Gastly, but that's the feeling that he gave me, and that I picked up on. So I gave him a pokéball, and he's been with me ever since that night. He likes to stay in there, he feels more secure when he's hidden from everyone.

My littlest baby is Twiggy, and if you see him you will IMMEDIATELY guess why I named him that: he frickin LOVES carrying sticks around. Like he almost refuses to walk around without one, it's absolutely adorable. And he's a little smaller than average, so he gets SUPER proud of himself when he gets a big ol' stick and manages to lift it in his mouth and trot around with it. He's a bit full of himself, but even moreso if he's carrying a twig around. He poofs his chest out and everything, it's cute as heck. He HATES being in his pokéball, so I try to have him out as much as I can. He gets along really well with Max, which is great, so I don't mind the two of them being out and playing most of the time.

Things in Scots Day 17: #Skoosh #ScotsLeid #Scots

Welcome to day seventeen of Things in Scots!—a fun collaboration with my husband, Jez (Mind an gie Jez’s post a keek.)

Today’s word has several meanings, and to keep…