A few days ago, a friend and I were discussing Oscar's whiskers. How long and shapely they were. Recently Oscar has discovered how to leap from a wooden chair in the sunroom and onto the kitchen bench. I thought I had moved the chair far enough away. But coming into the kitchen to check on some pasta that was cooking on my gas stove, I smelt something odd. Oscar was happily digging through my breakfast cereal, otherwise unharmed, but with fried whiskers. On both sides. Ferret proofing is never over. The girls dont give me a tenth of the trouble that Oscar does. :) Sandra, Clover, Princess (recovered from insulinoma surgery), Oscar-the-curly and Gemma-the-cat. [Posted in FML issue 3989]