I have suffered another loss, but somehow, I think I can live with this one! I have been frantically looking for the match to my favorite black sock. The thick, soft, slouch type! I was doing a "cleaning" thing - you know, the type where you get real anal and move all the furniture to clean under and behind and found my sock. Laying there, not moving -- lifeless. I was so happy to see it I didn't notice the gleem in either Jake's or Fibi's eyes. I laid it on the table (up high were little fuzzies can't retrieve it again) and continued on with my cleaning. I grabbed my sock to put it in the wash only to notice that it was a mute point. The entire heel of the sock is gone! They have chewed the stuffing out of it! GRRRRRR. I give them hundreds of toys and they chew up my favorite sock. Gotta luv em. -- Lynn (Jake and Fibi) [Posted in FML issue 3783]