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I picked up the Miniature Dominatrix last night. In some ways she lives up to the name, but at the same time, she's a whiny little child. Ford suggested she's rather like Nibbler, so Nibbler she shall be from here on out.

She started off by running around the house eating crumbs off the floor, sneezing repeatedly, and pooping on the dining room floor. After a while, the excitement of the new surroundings wore off.

I was in the dining room talking to Shane and Gina. Beandog was asleep at my feet. The Stinky Monkey was in the living room, sharing an intellectual moment with Chris (they have a lot in common). Nibbler sat at the entrance to the dining room, looking relaxed and content. She looked around a bit, watching each of us in turn.

All of a sudden, seemingly out of nowhere, she threw back her head and howled. I mean howled. This was one of the most ungodly noises I have ever heard. I very nearly jumped up and poured a cup of tea, since it sounded almost identical to our demon-possessed tea kettle.

She's weird.