a Webkinz addict

I am a Webkinz addict.

There, I admitted it.

I am also fifty-two-years-old.


& I have never really cared for stuffed animals.


Anyone with a school-age daughter probably knows what Webkinz are and I’ll bet some of you mothers go online (presumably) to ‘take care of’ your daughter’s Webbies. For those of you that don’t know about Webkinz they are small stuffed animals made by Ganz that come with an attached tag bearing a secret code which is used to register each pet online. Then you name each pet after deciding whether they will be male or female.

There are daily activities and an arcade where KinzCash can be earned. This cash enables you to buy rooms, furniture, food, clothing and rare items from the curio shop. Your pets can be fed, dressed, bathed and will even use the toilet. They will walk from room to room, take classes and pick vegetables. Your pet can go mining for gems or to the Star Challenge to catch stars.

The rooms are joined by connecting doors to give the appearance of a house. You can also buy outside yards for parks, playgrounds and good old backyards. If you buy seeds at the W-Shop, you can plant gardens and sell the produce. There is a clubhouse, school and trading area. Plus many more activities I either can’t remember or haven’t gotten around to yet. Did I mention arcade games too??

It’s a great site for kids but I know a few women my age that spend a lot of time there & I’m proud to be one of them!


My sister sent me my first Webbie a year ago. A cow I named Orry-oh. She is black and white hence the name. I am Unique so it couldn’t be spelled ‘Oreo' now could it?


Sis began her addiction when her ten-year-old daughter got her first Webkinz. She would talk about this site and I’d be thinking ‘what in the world??’

I was positive Webkinz would never interest me. Then I got my first critter.

Now I have almost eighty of the little creatures on two different accounts. I had to start a second account because the house on the original account grew excessively big. Sloppy too. I was a beginner and by the time I had learned how to create a good house the mess was already made. I’m somewhat of a neat freak.

There are Webkinz in my curio cabinet, on my dresser and hope chest. On top of the armoire and television. At Christmastime, all eighty were under the tree. Some are on shelves on the wall. I even have a bright red basket full of felines.

I might be crazy. Now my best friend and two other women friends are crazy too.


I wrote this as a confession of sorts. Also to let other closet Webbie owners know they are not alone and to encourage them to step out of that closet, step back from the computer, to stand up and be proud!


We, the Secret Society of Middle-Aged Webkinz Women!