Mein Gott, Artie on the Windowsill -- are you related to my sorely missed Peppersass? His mother was supposedly too immature to ever have kittens, and he was the runt (excuse the term) of the litter and never expected to mature sexually. One morning when he was almost 2, he awakened Curmudgeon by spraying in his face. Thought 'Mudge was going to perform the operation with his teeth! But no, we hied us to the vet and discovered the one up one down syndrome which cost us a pretty penny.

Bat Goddess who would like to remind everyone that she's still looking for the words to "Cat-Town Races"