gipsydreamer's post about Jehovah's Witnesses reminded me of an encounter I had with them many years ago. I was getting ready to leave for work and let them in the house before I realized that they were on a mission to save my soul. Because they were polite, I didn't want to physically remove them, but they just wouldn't leave, and I was going to be late. My cat, Smoke, came to the rescue. She jumped up on the coffee table and noisily coughed up a huge, disgusting hairball. Gagging, my visitors ran for the door. Their spirits were willing, but their bodies couldn't take any more.