I laughed out loud when I read the vacuum cleaner story of the frightened furrit (my latest favorite term) and the couch. My sweeties both have *always* make a bee-line straight for the obnoxious instrument and attached themselves to the rubber bumper -- like ferret-leaches. It's hard to clean when you've dissolved into laughter. It'd make a great video. And when they're in the cage, they plaster themselves against the wire, trying to get to it! I was curious what they'd do with the little hand-vac, and they did the same thing. I could even pick them up off the ground by their teeth! [Posted in FML issue 0337]