Algernon and I stayed over at the Black Framed Blonde Guy's house last night. This morning, when he opened the refrigerator, BFBG yelled. Now you gotta remember: Algernon loves any (and I mean ANY) green food or green beverage. BFBG had prepared a sun-shiney kind of drink of Limeade with mint leaves and cucumber slices. Al couldn't resist the greeny zing and somehow worked himself onto the top shelf. When he came out, his feathers weren't even cold. How does that work?