outside of the Sergievsky residence (Brittany dropped off a stuffed animal cat from a consignment store. It's lost its fur in certain patches and only has one button eye. If you bury your face in it and take a sniff it smells faintly of carpet glue. When you squeeze it, it's supposed to meow, but sometimes it comes out like a broken record going "meo-meo-meo-meow". She thinks it's a pretty awesome present.)