That's right, I rock. It's only 6:00, and I'm already done my homework.

Now what....

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(added at 10:15pm)

So the answer to the question became... Myrna! My very favouritest bunny came over, and we watched an incredibly girly movie, talked about BOYS, and played with the cats. That's right, cats, plural. As in we now have two of them. Lucy, as always, and a 6 month old black kitten named Tino. At least, that's how I'm spelling it. He's very cute. He was Lizbits' but she couldn't keep him anymore. Anyway, so far things seem okay. They've stopped hissing at each other... all the time.

But even more exciting than that is the realization that my cat is Cassandra. Or Cassandra is my cat. Or something like that. Proof?

1) They both enjoy playing with the pocket zipper on my pants.
2) They both run headlong into walls, doors, couches, etc.
3) They both try to steal whatever I'm eating, by looking up at me with big eyes, and whining.
4) One must remind one's self, with both of them, not to laugh at the bad things they do, and thereby encourage the behaviour.
5) They both enjoy shiny objects, chasing people, and tripping me.
6) Neither of them is ever hungry if you want them to eat right then.
7) They both scratch, hiss, and bite.
8) Both are constantly trying to sneak into places they aren't allowed to be.
and a 1/2) They are both adorably cute... and mine.