As many of you who read this blog regularly know, Roxie and Jean Claude have two residences: my house and my daughter CCL’s house. CCL was to pick them up from my house Thursday night. Yet as I write this blog Roxie is watching the computer screen intently, perhaps trying to see what I write about her and JC. Yep, they are still here. Although still is not the operative word. Yesterday morning they were fighting like cats and dogs. I say dogs because Jean Claude , a black Bombay, thinks he’s a dog. It was quite a fight – lots of running, leaping screeching, meowing and clawing and fur flying everywhere, mostly Jean Claude’s. Roxie is pretty feisty. Still?? Earlier this morning I went to get one of my winter tops out of the closet. The tops are usually stacked neatly on top of shelf in the closet but Jean Claude has a habit of pulling them out as if sorting them for something to wear. Sure enough, tops scattered everywhere on the closet floor and a sky blue velour top I like is no where to be found. There I said it. Sorry JC now the world knows your secret. JC also knocked down a bag containing CCL’s jewelry wrapped in plastic and began playing with the plastic . He then went to get him something to eat and demanded (by patting on the front window blinds ) I raise the blinds so he could see out the front window. So despite the clothing and jewelry fetish, Jean Claude is all male. In fact he spends a great deal of time in his cave.