My ex forwarded this link about whether my cat wanted to kill me. He won't, of course, until he can open the mushy cat food can himself. My ex does not want to kill me either, which I appreciate, because it might be harder to date when you're dead. She doesn't have a cat (yet) I think she just surfed to the link, without knowing I'd be pulled into this. That's cool. I could use a date all the same. I think highly of her and her husband Jurgen, and look forward to seeing her new kid sometime next year. That's friends or you. The pic is from this summer, sporting my Yosemite Rain look; guess what my last name is. I am typing, I am listening to the Ramones, it is a warm day here on the LA Miracle Mile. Ask more if you want to know more. :-Dan