Hello all! My post was rejected as too long so I'll try again. As Anne mentioned, I brought Fugly home on Saturday. I also brought home all of my carriers and my sick cage as they won't be needed anymore. Thank goodness, right Anne? I arrived at Anne and Jim's before Dino had left with the 22 ferrets to make the trip to New England. I got to say goodbye to many of the ferrets that I helped take to the vet for their spay/neuters. I am thrilled that they are off to new homes, yet each and every one of them touched my heart and I will always remember them and wonder how they are doing. I'm tempted to create an eGroup for the new owners just so we can keep track of them and know how they're doing and even what their new names are. I wonder if folks would be interested in joining such a group? Anyway, I stayed to help Anne and Jim put their ferret room back together. I must say that I love their set up and I've been taking hints from them in getting my own ferret room arranged. Admitedly with all the extra cages, the room is a bit more full than usual, but the ferrets have loads of space to run and play. When all was cleaned and the ferrets were settled, I happily put Fugly, into a carrier and headed home. When I got there, I did some quick cage rearranging. Christopher still needs to be separate because of his special bland diet but as Fugly is a BIG ferret, he has need of the bigger cage. When he is less hormonal, I'll try to work him into the group cages. As I worked, Chris strolled over to peek into the carrier. Fugly exitedly dooked at him. Once Chris was settled into his new cage, I let Fugly out while I set up the cage for him. He immediately began dooking and dancing as he ran around the room exporing. He sniffed at the other ferrets in the other cages who sniffed back. He never once stopped chuckling. He war-danced and bounced and he even invited me to play, dancing around my feet happily while I laughed. What a change! When Fugly arrived at Anne's, he was filthy and absolutely terrified. He bit out of fear. Still, under the dirt and wild eyes, he is a beautiful albino boy with a bully head and super long fur. Anne believes he may be of Canadian stock because of the shape of his ribcage. He's young too, perhaps 1 year old give or take a few months. He broke my heart that Saturday night, the last of the ferrets pulled from a carrier, so utterly scared. I wanted him right then, even if he was a biter. He's relaxed since and is now a good boy, albeit still easily startled. I've told my housemates to treat him as though he were deaf (he isn't) to prevent startling him any more. I'm sure in time he will relax further and those precautions won't be necessary. Jim is mostly responsible for his name, which I'll be keeping. It'll be a constant reminder of the tragedy of his beginnings. When we took #63 to be neutered, Jim picked him up, looked at the filth caked into his belly and at his yellowed fur and red eyes and laughingly proclaimed him one fugly ferret. I decided that was to be his new name. I am so thrilled to have Fugly home with me. He danced for me again tonight! He's got a bit of a cold I think, but I'm not surprised after what he's been through. I'm just going to baby this big boy and see him over it. It'll be a good excuse to spoil him rotten. Take care everyone! And Let me add my kudos to you all for donating so generously to these kids and the people who are helping them. You all deserve much congratulations! Anastasia Kidd, Plainfield NJ [Posted in FML issue 3292]