I have received so many e-mails concerning my little Ruffio, all appreciated so much. I don't think there is anything else in this world that could touch my heart as much as these little fellows and gals do. They sure do know how to wrap you around their fingers or toes. I have enjoyed hearing that mine aren't the only little pack rats (teddies under the couch). I have told you about the recent wallet incident and the teddy being pulled under the couch but being to big. Well, here is one for the books. My grandson must have snuck into the kitchen after bedtime for a milk. He's 4 and I guess he must have left the gallon jug on the floor. It was almost empty but here it is midnight and I see this gallon of milk being drug from the kitchen into the living room by the handle straight to the couch. Now I must tell you I am getting old and my eye sight is getting pretty bad but I could have sworn it was monchici the littlest of the bunch who is my milk drinker. She must have had a big thirst. I will tell you that if anyone says that I told this story it is a lie, for I placed the milk back in the refrig. for morning ceral. My kids would just die. Night. Sunny and her clan. [Posted in FML issue 3325]