That is a great story, and great NAMES!

Another story reminds me of Otis. It was a dark and stormy night (really!). My parents and I (I was 14) came home from dinner one night in the driving rain, and there, sadly, was Otis, dead in the street. My father waited for the rain to slack off, and went out and buried Otis in the woods while I mourned.

The next day dawned beautiful as it is wont to do, and, as cats are wont to do, Otis came back to life and was scratching at the front door when I left for school!

Karen

p.s., We had a cockatiel named Cosmo'...cuz he cause mo' trouble den he was worth!