Everett (whose name I never use - I call him "Baby" or "Kitten" mostly)
plays fetch! And he's quite good at it. His favorite thing to fetch is
a crumpled up piece of paper rolled into a ball. I throw it, and he races
after it. Then he bats it around for a while (he's really very self-
entertaining). But eventually he picks it up in his mouth and brings it
back to me. And I really mean all the way back to me, not this "symbolic
fetch" that the other guys play, where they pick up the toy, walk 3 steps
in my general direction, and then drop it uncertainly. :) He will bring
it right to me, so our games can go on for quite a while.

Also, Licky demonstrated what a gentleman he is. Everett had used the
uncovered litterbox that I have in the bedroom, and had left a poop
right on top of the litter. Didn't cover it at all. When I let Licky
into the bedroom, he poked around a bit, and then noticed the condition
of the litterbox. So he went over there and covered up the poop. Well,
*someone* has to teach that little street urchin some manners!

Joyce