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And I should've known it was a bad idea. Ana comes right up and pretends to nurse, giggling all the way. (Now, that would be embarassing if she did it to a random stranger.)

What's interesting is that I completely accept and tolerate this sort of thing from wayward cats. I assume they were never weaned properly, and promptly ignore it. I used to get damp spots and holes in my clothes from my cat Skinnybones when I was a kid, because nobody else would let him sit on their laps.

But Ana? That's embarassing. And not nearly as funny as she thinks.

Today was boring. She did nothing interesting. I washed her clothes. (She was in a cheerleader outfit, and you can bet I wouldn't've put her in that if I'd had a choice, so I took it upon myself to clear out her hamper.) I left a bowl of oatmeal on Jenn's table. Jenn is going to kill me.

And I'm lending her my cabbage patch doll, Emma Charlotte, on a provisionary basis. It's not hers, she just gets to play with it, and not if she treats it badly. Because it's my doll, minemineMINE.

I hope she doesn't destroy my doll.