First, I must tell you that we all owe you. I have maintained all along that this is a community, a very special community of caring people, folkies all in one way or another. There are two sides to every coin. The bad part is that someone very dear to all of us was in trouble. A literal battle for life. The good piece is that someone very dear to all of us, in his sickness, united us and cemented this wonderful place as a community. In his illness, he brought his wonderful family to us, which deepened and enriched our understanding of the complex litter box denizen we have come to love as Catspaw49. Read the threads. We revelled in your every victory and were saddened by every setback. As bards, our empath abilities caused us to feel Karen's worry, let us sense Clarence's brave face, made us worry for two boys who had to be scared and confused, and let us experience the living miracle of friends such as Wayne and Connie. We know you, Pat, perhaps in a way that is uncomfortable for you. But we truly are bonded in a very special way. Thanks, and you are welcome.

Now clean the damn box. It's your turn.

Love ya,

Mick