My shiny Ms. Poddy, a mere few days old, I hear her at night as she shivers from the cold. I found her a blanket once intended to be a soft fuzzy cleaning cloth for my new LED. Oh, my Poddy, sweet poddy, you suffer neglect without leather or rubbers you await on the desk. Fragile and tiny, exposed and frail...wait! I know what you guys were thinking on that second sentence and you're "that" close to visiting iPod jail. Oh, Ms. Poddy, my patient's are waiting most of them not patiently we must find you some leather or rubbers, get you dressed appropriately. Until then, we'll settle for tiny scrubs and an emesis basin to keep you secure....Come on Griffin, Speck and like...time's a wastin.