I am not finished yet with what needs to be done before I can go to bed. I am moving very slowly, I find. So please be patient for maybe up to a week if you wrote about Mini-Me. I cannot know how bad the pain, or how slow I will be moving, or what I will be able to accomplish. And frankly--I dread thinking about the whole thing. My thanks to all who wrote. Mini-Me got to Waldo tonight under the bed. Poop all over, and Waldo was bleeding on his back , and just terrified. He is going to change--his whole being--and be afraid to live here if I cannot control things better than this. At least Maria was able to run under something. Mini-Me is locked up and looking depressed. I am sure it must be lonely and confusing to see the others out and know she is locked away. Thank you all for your kindness. Lisette [Posted in FML issue 3863]