lmckenzie, Well, one evening many years ago a gentleman visitor had to use my bathroom. He trotted in there and closed the door... but not before my kitten got inside. She sat on the edge of the tub and watched the whole affair. Thinking about sharp kitten claws and dangly playthings undoubtedly rattled him into talking a bit more about that member than he would have otherwise, since we weren't intimate or anything. Maybe the reason my cat and I get along so well is that we are both inordinately curious? Carolly