Ok...joke's over. Where is mommy? Clem, otherwise known as Slash, for her appetite for destruction, always has her head pointed toward the front door. Last night I went looking for her about midnight only to find her sitting in the entry looking at the door in darkness. In other news Blue has been showing her dissapproval of mommy's departure by dusting me with some of the most fowl orders known to mankind. Last night as I was once again hit with the gas I turned around only to see Blue standing in the doorway on her way out of the room looking back to see my reaction.