Genny clearly had a fair amount of terrier in her heritage, but when my
mother had a rat problem and borrowed her, Genny, while good natured
about playing roommate, was uninterested in rats. Calling a carpenter
to rebuild the rotted away wood wall from behind the stove solved the
vermin problem, and Genny moved back in with me.


It would be mean of me to suggest that my friends get another pet so
soon after the death of their kitten, a kitten who, by the way, is
gaining in virtue and fond memories the longer he's dead. If the
subject does come up some time in the future, I'll suggest a terrier.


--Lia