Awwwww..... that's great, Tibs. I have Babette here this weekend to go get fixed Monday and she spent last evening on "daddy's" chest, loving and napping. That rascal tried to climb the front of my robe this morning and turned my coffee over all over my keyboard, mouse, ecig, and floor. She's probably half drunk from licking half of it up while I was grabbing a towel. Pooh - it was the last cup of my irish cream. Guess I have to make a liquor run today!