desperation.

Paris, my year-old Bengal kitty, is cleaning the synthetic fur of a Walgreen's style stuffed cat with her pink tongue.

It's sweet and semi-disturbing.  

It's not as though the stuffed cat (let's call her A.L.F.) has any life within it.  I mean, the scratchy grey hair of A.L.F. has little in common with the sparkle soft feel of Paris.  

Is she really that lonely?

Will her licking create a plastic hairball?