Roscoe, Berf's Dad
	When Jan and Pat met, Pat was hosting Dingbat the Cat. She had two litters of kittens, the second of which produced Roscoe. Roscoe was not the brightest cat in the world, but we loved him anyway. We have several entertaining stories about him (like when he tried to eat Pat's thumb!), but the funniest stories are about his sleeping habits. Here is Roscoe settling in for a nap on the arm of our sofa.
For some reason he liked to sleep on his stomach on a narrow ledge, with all four legs hanging free. He is sound asleep in this picture, not even stirring when we took the shot.
	Problem is, sometimes he would dream, and move around, and fall off his precarious perch! Here he has done just that, falling off the arm on to the sofa, almost hitting the floor! In this case, he didn't even wake up! He continued sleeping for a while until he woke up , realized something wasn't quite right... and started the whole process over again! Once he even fell through a screen of an open window several feet to the ground. Fortunately, he wasn't hurt. But he persisted in sleeping in places that weren't quite big enough for him.
We tried to keep him in the house, but he was one of the most destructive cats we ever had, so he finally got his way and became an outdoor cat, coming in to eat and for brief visits. Several years ago, like most outdoor cats, he just disappeared one day, never to be seen again.