Hitler must expect us to stop feeding her, someday. She practices the art of murder, enthusiastically and interminably, EVERY single DAY! Last night, one of Ivy’s stuffed animals rolled down the mountain of toys stacked in the corner of the bedroom, and Hitler tackled it in midair! The toy and its attacker tumbled over and over, in a death struggle. Thrash about as it might, the toy could not escape the death grip that she had on its throat. As her fangs sank into the neck, Hitler raked the... Sign in to see full entry.