The Frostfrog is sitting here on the edge of Prince William Sound, too exhausted to post and yet, there have been a few direct questions to which Frostfrog promised a response, so post I will.

First, Kohala: Will I ever replace the plane?

The damn thing cost me $15,900 when I purchased it in 1986. Unlike cars, single engine aircraft appreciate rather than depreciate and so it was worth $46,000 at the time of the crash and my mechanic gave me a quote of $42,000 to repair it.

At the moment, all this is way beyond me. But yes - I will replace or repair the plane and if I first replace I will then repair, for the plane and I have history and I am not going to relegate that history to the used parts business.

Gini: For practical purposes, all words written by anyone on these pages might as well already be in print.

Soledad: When I saw Lord of the Rings, there were scenes that at first look could have been in Alaska, so I believe what you say about New Zealand. There are plenty of strip malls in Alaska, although they are confined to about half-a-dozen geographically confined areas that are only specks against the whole of the state.

But Alaska has an abundance of folks with a tear down and pave mentality; people bound and determined to lay ugliness upon beauty if there is any chance of making a buck by doing so, so who knows about the future?

(As you can see, this is a subject I should avoid on Pet Talk.)

As to ruining my reputation, I write HALF in jest. Alaska is dog country (cats never did accept the notion of pulling sleds). I make a point of seeking out cats wherever I go and sometimes, when I ask if anyone knows where I might find a cat in the community, I get the most baffled looks.

But when I find that cat - the folks that live with it always understand. Or, if its a couple, at least one of them does. Sometimes the other one is perpetually baffled by the cat, but has no choice but to accept it. More often then not, though, the once baffled have become converts, as did you, as did I.

You refer to your cat as "a great little guy" and I'm sure he is. "Little Guy." The words are a bit hard for me to read and even to write. The original black cat was named Little Guy and I always referred to him as "a fine Little Guy," for I have never known a finer individual - of any species.