Coming home from school one day last year my mother was franikly look for a hearing aide. She had checked everywhere, even in her car. Mat and I joined the hunt for at least an hour. It was no where to be found and Mom was pretty unset. In the wee hours of the morning when nothing was stiring not even a mouse I heard a squelling sound that I thought was coming from her sitting room. I went up sure to find her aide and all was silent. With the cat following behind and wondering why I was up and around so early I made my way downstairs to bed again only to hear the squell again. Back up stairs I went thinking I had just missed hearing it. No sound up there, so back to bed sound and all (neighbors have a hot tub close to my window thought maybe the sound was coming from there). I layed there a while before I started tearing my room apart. Buried in the dirty close basket was her squeling hearing aide. In the morning we figured out that she had taken it out when she layed down for a nap and it must have started squelling (wish I could figure out how to spell that, I know that's not right). The ever present cat heard it and thought it was alive so took it as a present down to my room. Mom was more careful after that. bet