Colette, my cat (which I got when he was so tiny the vet thought he was a girl) follows me all around the house. I go to the kitchen, he's right behind me. I go to the bathroom, he's there immediately. Yes, he's only five months old, but still... At the moment he's recuperating from the fright all the New Year fireworks and explosions caused. :-) tjohn, you're not afraid she will live up to her name? :-D

-- erlik