All right, since no one else has continued this, and I'm always looking for a good excuse to ignore my work.... > "It was a dark and stormy night in the city of Aalron. I was hungry and > decided to get some chow at Laanro's Bar and Grill. It was then I met a > man. He was sitting at the end of the bar, nursing his beer. He > clearly had a lot on his mind. He hadn't been there long; rain still > dripped off of his long leather coat. I was a couple of seats down; > eating my chili con carne. His beer, a Nalora Porter, appeared to have > recovered from his brief mouth-to-mouth resucitatation effort, > although I suspect that relationship was doomed to be a short one. > I stared at my chili con carne, toying with it with my spoon when he > spoke . . . "Hey, buddy. You know the biggest problem facing our world today? Flea collars. Damn things smell worse than an elderly male yak. And they chafe across the neck, too. I've got . . . Hmmm? ;> Chris (Who's got cats on the brain these days...:) "So farewell hope, and with hope, farewell fear, Farewell remorse! All good to me is lost; Evil, be thou my Good" - John Milton - 'Paradise Lost'