That really means a lot to me, thanks. Ha! We had to rip up the carpet in one room. Ah well, I love my lil pisser. My therapist still has the ashes from her one true love kitty BooBoo who died more than 20 years ago. She had recently moved and we were discussing the annoyance of it all and the possible items that may never see the light of day again. Then suddenly she looked worried and said, "I don't recall seeing BooBoo." Inna flash she is out of her chair but I stopped her and assured her that I saw BooBoo sitting on the chest in her bedroom.