Ok, it's going to hit 35, that isn't really THAT bad, but it's not 50. Brrrrrrrr. I was lying awake this morning watching the clock, waiting for a certain time to get up. I heard Oliver stir in his cage, stretch and the call out with a big "wooooooooooooooo". His cage is covered, he's in the dark, and he doesn't need anyone to tell him when it's OK to get up and shout. I really think he's smarter than I am.