She's been carrying around an old, ugly ball of wool all night, trying to 'bury' it in various places around the living room. Bring us your weird, your eccentric, your freaks. We accept them all. :-D
Poor Shill keeps trying to make friends and every time he goes near her, she growls. Poor Shill. He keeps shooting us these looks of 'okay, why did we bring her again?'