My roomie jsut came back from a week in Boston, and I told her over the
phone about Mischief's escapes through the front door.  When she came
home I said, "We need to sit down and have a good talk with her."

I think she justr purred in response.  "Don't you think I'm pretty?  I
don't know what you're talking about."

Now every time the front door opens we have to keep an watchful eye on
her.  Little varmint.  We can't even open the sliding glass door and
have the screen shut to get some air.  We do that so we don't have to
use the air conditioning (lower power bill$$$) but it's hard if she
starts pawing or climbing the screen!!!

It's also spring because i'm vacuuming a TON of cat hair.  no hairballs
thankfully, but where is all this hair coming from?

kristi