oh my gosh.. amanda, my babysittee, got a new animal to add to the ...10 animal house. they wouldn't tell me what it was at first.. so i get there early and search the place and i'm thinking "godammit it's probably another turtle. that's all we need." having turtles is morally wrong, i've decided. they find them from the lake and bring them back to live their lives in a 1 X 2 foot aquarium.. does that sound nice to you? they try every day all day to get out. that's all they do. it's disgusting. ugh i just want to let them go in the night and deal with the consequences. so this is worrying me.. and then finally i find, in the upstairs bathroom, a carrier with a little furry thing. oh my, i think, it's a rabbit. but it's not, it's a kitten! and she's not terrified of me! she's just waking up and she's like "oh hello" and she's dark grey with white feet and she attacks your hand and it's the most adorable wonderful thing ever.. i am so happy now. amanda has given her another stupid cliche animal name, whiskers, but i'm refusing. i've decided to call her cleopatra, cleo for short.. that's so much nicer. amanda has no concept of "different is interesting and often better". she listens to nsync, afterall. it is all i can do to keep my gandhi sensibilities with her and not treat her the way she treats other people.. the best way to change a person is to set an example, i say, and i hope that's right, sometimes i have my doubts, but no, i'm sure it's right.. anyway. cleo is wonderful and i am so happy. god i want a kitten.