My sister 11 of 12 is visiting from Portland, Oregon. She's at my mother's house, and I went there last night to make chocolate chip cookies for work.

11 of 12 is a social worker. She is unmarried, but owns a small house. She is working full time and taking classes for her masters in social work full time. The state is paying half her tuition for the masters. Not doing too shabby. She must be 31 or so.

But anyway, she has this male cat that is in love with a stuffed rhino toy. The cat becomes very possessive any time anyone else touches the rhino toy, much like my old dog used be around her food dish. More interesting is that the rhino toy has bite marks all over the back of its neck, and late at night she can hear the rhino toy making squeaking noises. In fact, she has caught her cat in the act of making love to the rhino toy, sprawled over it's back and making humping motions.

Poor kitty cat. For, other than the squeaking noises, the rhino toy will never show him love back: never lick his fur, never share a mouse, never make kittens for him. On the other hand, at least they can be together.