Every morning when I get up I have to check the critters to see if they are ok. Pester waits for me where she has a very accurate watch. She will come down the 7 floors of her cage to the open door at the base to come say 'He!' to me and I will reply with some TLC. Peekaboo could be anywhere but usually comes out from hiding to aimlessly trot about until she runs into my legs, I then pick her up for some TLC. This morning when I put Peekaboo down she went right back to high speed trotting about. It was obvious she had to 'go' and was searching out an appropriate corner to decorate. After finding the most suitable corner, she began that process so natural to all living things. But then there was this most audible Pftftftftftfftfftftftftftfftfftftfftftfft !!!! A little 'atmospheric' disturbance event! Man! What a woman! A sound like that would have cleaned out the sleaziest of biker bars and made any high school boy bow in honor of the greatest 'noise' guru ever! It took me an hour to rehang the curtains and get the throw rugs back down off the walls but is of no consequence. She is such a good little animal one cannot help but love her inspite of these infrequent anomalies of the body. Kind of reminds me of Byte-me in the dead of night! HA! Gordon, Peekaboo and Pester J Gordon Bengtson Aarrow-Ranch Aviation Mechanicsville, Virginia 23111 [Posted in FML 6096]