Well, at least Ellenpoly read what I wrote. OK, for the dull-witted amongst you it was a bit "between the lines'. Must I abase myself by issuing a plaintive plea? Must I grovel? I will die in the lonely wasteland of Alberta without knowing the pleasues of true love--or at least cheap sex. Is there no mercy? No pervert I. Forget the cats. Send melons. Send blow-up dolls. Send sheep.