Oliver is up on the neighbour's roof, where he spent the night. It's a bungalow, with perhaps a 10-ft drop to nice shock-absorbing snow. He is mewing most piteously to be rescued. I keep telling him to put on his big-cat panties and jump. Danged wussy-cat. Molly The man who carries a cat by the tail learns something he can learn in no other way. -- Mark Twain