Oh the joy of owning a pet....or should I say my pets owning me. I'm such a sucker for them. Bailey, Bosley and Murphy. How could you not love these wonderful creatures? Bosley is like a freight train going thru my home. I know he holds a pound of mud in one paw and somehow, even after I clean his paws it still winds up in the house. Bailey...he just likes to shed red fur. At least every one of them matches my decor. I suppose that's a plus. Murphy....well, he discovered the screens in the windows, he's still a kitten...I'm really glad it is fall...the screens come out. Murphy didn't know they were taken out. It was like a cartoon...he races across the back of the couch, down the floor and bounds towards...what he thought was the screen in the window....all four paws, nails out, and down he slides....no screens, just glass, nothing for him to get his claws in to. It was great! If only I had a movie camera to play in slow motion. Hopefully by next spring when the screens go back in, he'll be over the screen fetish he acquired. Hopefully our grass will thicken up enough to keep the pounds of mud out of my house and hopefully by spring that red hair I find everywhere will thin out enough it will be no more. But even if non of those hopefuls come true, it's OK, because there is nothing like the joy of having a pet own you.