Eskimo Holly Kane

When Holly lived at the fraternity house, she socialized a lot.  But she also liked to find time alone, and this was her favorite place to do so: the fire escape.

She could watch the kids going to the architecture school from her perch, and when walking across the parking lot you could often see her peering down at you.

Holly loves toys as long as they are soft and fuzzy (preferably with a squeaker inside). She has her own toy basket and will often go over to the basket, choose a toy, then settle down to nibble at it or lick it for an hour at a time. But she's still a toddler at heart. If she's bored, she removes every toy from the basket one at a time and tosses them at you to see if she can interest you in a good game of tug-o-war.

Holly's favorite toy now is the green fuzzy frog toy I bought for her. She knows that if she bites it, it will say "ribbit--ribbit--ribbit." She runs to find it every single morning as soon as Dad moves his chair away from the breakfast table. We think she has decided it's her job for theday. She shakes it as hard as she can, it says, "ribbit--ribbit," and Dad growls his fiercest growl. It's my favorite part of the day (Holly's, too).