When I was growing up, we always had dogs. Now, though, my wife can't stand canines so we have two cats.

One night (about 2:00am), as the cats were playing tag, one or the other of them managed to open the freezer. Naturally, we didn't notice until morning by which time the contents had degenerated into a melted morass.

I cleaned out the freezer and yelled at the cats -threatening to turn them into winter underwear. Then my wife and I went off to work.

That afternoon when I came home, I found my tomcat sitting on the floor in front of the Yellow Pages, flipping through the Attorney's section.

Hmmmm.

IceWolf