[Hal Copple]

actually Jamo, there is more to the story of my "thanks" to Wayne. Wife and i had gone to bed, but then she sat up bolt-upright, and asked if i had seen the cat. Said no, she said, "i think he (it?) escaped to the attic today." So i got up, found the cat in the attic, let it out, stepped in the nightly cat barf on the floor, had to pick that up, and wash my feet, it is about midnight, then, wife back asleep, i crept up to the computer and stealthily typed my thanks to Wayne, then wife heard me, called out "what the hell are you doing on the computer at 1AM, so i jumped up, trottted off to bed, and got up this am, stepped in the morning cat barf, cleaned it up, and then finished the thankyou, by then you and others had also posted info for me, but of course i could not see it, my half done post taking up my computer screen.

So, Jamo, Turk, and others, thanks for satisfying my curiosity.

When my daughter gets her apartment, her cat is going with her.

When Flying Freddie stayed at my house, a year ago, passing thru the area, he barely avoided stepping in the cat's barf, too.

Freddie is quite the linguist, when stepping over re-gurgitated cat food.