I think I'm joining your club -- the TPO club, that is (although it's a little redundant). I remember reading about *another* Petey TPO (the second, I guess), and I'm now submitting my application as "Percy TPO." Wanna hear how it happened? Well, I'll tell you right now (if I wait for a reply, Mom might suspect I've been using her puter again). I was in the litterbox, minding my own litter business, and my sister Anabel hops in the litterbox with me. Since I hogged the "good" corner, she decided that she wants to scooch in as close as possible, too, so she's standing parallel to me. Now, I haven't finished my litterbox business yet at this point (it takes a while, and Mom swears I'm deep in thought during this time), but Anabel evidently doesn't think much when she's doing her litterbox business, because she lifted her tail and went. Right on my tail. See, I have this funny habit of not lifting my tail straight up and over my back like any normal ferret. I lift my tail and hold it out to the side. And it happened to be the side on which Anabel was doing her litterbox business. Boy, did I feel silly. So, Petey, are we TPO brothers? Yours truly, The ferret formerly known as Bomber: Percival the Stumpy, aka Mission Commander Sausage (my Mom has way too much time on her hands) [Posted in FML issue 4241]