Originally posted by Randi
.......... It started with his classic secret weapon, the whisker tickle. On my face, in my ears, in Then he moved on and sat on my chest (7 1/2 kg!), but that became too precarious. So finally, giving up on that, he decided to sit right in front of my face. So when I did eventually wake up my nose was buried in his warm soft coat, making it very difficult to breathe, and I realised that there was a message in this somewhere, and there was just no point in ignoring him any longer.
john
John - a quick question - has Fister ever read Garfield?!?!
ROTFL!!!

Lynne