For some reason, I've been having some real Technicolor dreams lately, really interesting ones, with good story lines and great cinematography (you'll have to read the book - these are too good to give away, and might even get me committed), and after one, I invariably wake up and have to read for a while to get to sleep.

Last night, I heard water running in the Mbath, and since that toilet has already killed the floor underlayment once, I went in to check. There perched the Sassy cat, urinating in the toilet. She proceeded to "cover up" by scratching on the seat, dismounted, and hopped away throught the house to where she sleeps on top of the hot laptop.

We had another self taught cat, a long skinny male named Stripes (the only tiger out of a litter of semi-Siamese clones) years ago.

I often wonder what goes thru their crazy little heads, and how they figure stuff out. I'm convinced that "dumb animals" is a definite misnomer, both in the mental and communications sense...