I have many *trophy stories* but perhaps the most unusual, and funny one would be once when I had slept in over the weekend.

We have about seven cats (mainly due to the fact that some of them are rescue cats that people have dumped; we try and try, but it's hard to find homes for adult cats as many of you know) anyway . . . as you can imagine, some of these cats don't get along at all, but I had the door of my bedroom cracked and I could see a flit of movement here and there through the crack of the door now and again, with an peek from various members of the *cat household* as if they were checking to see if I were up yet, I peeked out carefully and to my utter amazement (and I do mean UTTER) the cats were sitting here and there, where they could find a spot, in as close to a semi-circle they could get around my bedroom door entryway, as if they were waiting for something . . . looking at me, I looked down and there was a bird, smack dab in the front-middle of my bedroom doorway - I know it sounds odd, but it's almost like they thought it was some sort of holiday for me and *pooled their resources to get me a gift* (of course I'm really not into dead birds, lol, I like birds). It was certainly an unusual situation. I petted them all (with the concept, "It's the thought that counts" in mind).

Charlotte (aka: Celticharper1)