So, our dear sweet cousin L has given the girls (specifically Miss O, who oh so sadly didn't have a stuffed "pet" in a bag, as her older sisters did...note the maternal sarcasm) her old Bratz Cat (or, more specifically, a Bratz Petz Catz...ugh). "Daphne" is the purple one. I kinda didn't give it to her because I'm personally against the Bratz line of stuff, and ended up just putting it in a bag of clothes meant for Miss A when she hits her next growth spurt, but Miss O found it and has fallen in love with it.
Alas, she thinks it's a dog.
She has so far taken her "dog" for a walk. She has "fed" her "dog" and often just comes up to me and says, "I just want to hold my dog. Ruff!"
Miss A has announced that maybe next year, she'd like a cat. I am allergic to said beasts, so I think Daphne may be the closest thing that we get to them.