A couiple days ago Louie came home from work and realized he'd forgotten to
put the gate up in the bedroom door where Sabrina's been enjoying hiding. And
when he looked on the kitty tower and in the box of wool, no one looked back.

Cursing himself foully, he went on a housewide search. No Sabrina in the
cellar. No one under the coffe table, in the cupboard or on the "bed" of
clean laundry that Roxie likes to keep to herself.

He went to the computer room. There he found a steaming mad Brandy not being
cute--her usual occupation--but scowling. Sabrina was on Brandy's cushion,
and Sabrina's collar lay unclasped on the floor immediately next to her.
Seems our girls got into a scuffle, and runty little Sabrina beat the snot
out of big, round Brandy of the huge paws and fat tail! Louie picked The Bit
up and gave her a hug, which made her happy again, but set Sabrina to cussing:
"(^%(%%$%$##&mutha()(&&(&%&^$#@#cattleprod&)(^(^(^_)_{&(%^$&$#$#@mayonnaise
(*&^%(*&^(%$hospital for life!"

All the same, we were very proud of her for going out of the room of her own
accord and interacting.

No cats were harmed in the making of this anecdote.

Blessed be,
Baha