Oh, Sandy, what a relief to know I'm not alone. I know that feeling of happy disbelief that slowly turns into a horrible suspicion... :) >Are my eyes deceiving me? Are my boogers sick? What is going on here? >All four have used the box 100% the past 4 days. Maybe I'm just dreaming, >and I'll wake up to a pile by the front door. Could be I need to contact >Guiness.Whatever it is, I'm enjoying it. Say,do you suppose the FLO >replaced mine while they're on a mission? A couple of days ago I was sitting with a sleepy ferret in my lap when Obelix backed up by the door. He is rather good with the litter-box, but sometimes (like once a day) he just don't bother. I knew I was never going to reach him in time, so I automatically said, "No! Go in the box!" Now, this usually works with Ozzy, who's a smart fellow, but Obelix is not exactly a brain surgeon... What happens? He looks at me, hesitates, and GOES IN THE BOX!! I'm confused. Has he been playing me for a fool all this time? Can he be smarter than he has let on for a whole year? Will he make a perfect record a while, then go back to the floor, simply to confuse me? I do believe the FLO has some part in this, but I can't figure out what it is. For now, Sandy, keep a close eye on yours and I'll do the same over here... Millan - The poop-cleaner Ozzy (I would NEVER poop on the floor.) Obelix (If you want me to use the box, you have to speak up, good woman! I'm not a telepath, you know, even though my brain-capacity is quite sufficient.) Phoebe (*yawn* What's the fuss? What's a box?) [Posted in FML issue 2654]