I just licked the finger (mine, left ring) that grazed across who-knows-how-many-days-old smeared chocolate on a manila file folder that was resting on a corner of my desk. Given that Shana recently discovered that the desk is yet another surface on which she can perch cozily, and that at times she expresses her dissatisfaction that she does not have a new-fangled electronic self-cleaning litter box by pointedly ignoring the old-fashioned one she does have, I don’t think it was the wisest of ideas.