Wow - I read that story and thought "that sounds familiar." We adopted our newest baby, Tuck (or Tuckie, as he's more commonly known), on Veteran's Day, shortly after losing our first boy, Quincy (thanks again to all who sent cards, thoughts and prayers). Quincy's favorite toys were squeaky toys - if it was furry and made a piercing squeak, he LOVED it - those toys were HIS, and he was the only one who really liked them. It took a while for us to be able to let go of Quincy's squeakies - but lo and behold, one night we found someone trying to drag away his purple dinosaur. My husband immediately knelt down and squeaked the toy. BIG mistake. :-) Tuckie went for his hand - not the squeaky, his hand. Or his shirt, or his wrist or any part of him he could latch onto, and began to pull him. Never having seen this behavior before, we can only attribute it to the fact that he was found on the street and maybe has a bad association with loud piercing noises? Another question: Quincy had a very distinctive odor about him - we used to call him Scratch n Sniff Grape since that's what he smelled like (I swear)! :-) The day I brought Tuckie home, I thought I caught a whiff of grape around his fur, but my husband called me crazy and didn't smell anything. The scent of grape would come and go, until one night I scruffed Tuckie and my husband :-) and showed him where to smell. He agreed - as grape as the day is long. Visitation from my Quincy, or something else? Opinions? Thanks, Caitie [Posted in FML issue 4377]