I had the fuzzies running around today and found Rosie burrowing in the clean washing so I took her out and put it in the hall. They carried on playing but half an hour later I noticed that Rosie had disappeared. After an hours searching I was almost hysterical and looked everywhere whistling for her. My kitchen door has a hook and eye on it to stop the fuzzies getting upstairs but I went to look anyway and pushed open my bedroom door to be met by Rosie who launched herself into my arms licking my face frantically. Got her back in the front room and the little beast went up to the kitchen door and put her paw under it and pulled the door open just a fraction and nearly went again. I couldn't believe the tiny gap she had got through. Next time I'll put a stool against it. -- Jacqui Adams Visit my cave at http://cus.umist.ac.uk/~selkie [Posted in FML issue 2574]