I've got this lovely green German gun that flat intimidates stone. Maybe too much. Stone's been splitting ever since it first set up, and sculptors have depended on that, but we're supposed to be in control. Twice now, cats have seized that prerogative with a finished piece of mine, and I have promised to glue my nephew's wedding present back together after one such an attack. Why should my niece's piece lack drama and resolution? And who put the cats in charge?