When The Babe and I had been living together for a couple of years, I thought that she was wonderful, apart from never picking up pens and pencils off the floor when she dropped them. I woke up one night starving hungry so sneaked downstairs to eat a slice of bread and saw Clio the Cat on the table, pushing a pencil to the edge, knocking it over the side and looking at it on the floor. It wasn't t'Babe at all. ;O)