I woke up this morning to the a`-a``-a`-a`-a`-a`-a`a`-stacatto dialogue
of Miss Mini-Me.  Only she was not trying to find out how to get under my
covers so that she could nip me hard all over my ankles and feet.
 
A dialogue was ensuing!!!  Two voices chattered in harmony.  Then one quick
high rising blast.  I peeked into the ferret room.
 
There was Mini-Me.  She was like a tarantula.  No--like a BAT.  She had
climbed up the side of the larger three floored cage to the smaller two
leveled cage on top, and was nose to nose with the burnt, half bald ferret.
 
Mini ran sideways- like a bat- up and down the side of that cage with
ease-chattering her little heart out.  She clung on -her body sideways to
the floor.  Then she scampered to another area--following the little burnt
girls every move.  The two were discussing living arrangements, I believe.
 
Mini-Me was so intense, she did not seem to know she was high up and
standing sideways.  She was like a little Bat Woman.
 
The burnt one is still alive, with pus gobules dropping out of her butt
along with tiny pieces of moist poopies as she walks.  Her name for today
is Princess Poo-pa-la-ta.  You could not even begin to imagine what it is
like crawling on the floors to clean the dozens of poopie pieces she drops
as she walks.  I got to bed at 2 am.  Way too late for me.
 
Princess Poo-pa-la-ta is cureous, cuddly, placid, and friendly.  She must
have been loved by someone once upon a time: I pray that she will live
through all of this.
 
Awwwwe.  She just came in.  Kisses all over my ear and then my wrist.
Still looks like brains on top of her head.  But the cuts or sores on her
body are healing.
 
Aloe Vera and A/D are being applied .  Ferret Dad-the hemoroid medicine
with a gloved finger?  O.K.--I promise.  I will purchase stuff today and
do it.  No q-tips guys.  Glove fingers needed for this.
 
Thank so many of you for your help.  The bath and Aloe Vera have been a
comfort to her.
 
P.S.
 
*Years ago-I had just purchased my first ferret and went to a GCFA picnic.
There were these disgusting bald ferrets that smelled funny, looked
terrible, and felt hot and ichy.  I knew I should not ge grossed out.  I
was ashamed of my self for even a moment of such feelings.  But they were
my feelings.
 
Beauty IS in the eyes of the beholder.  Today, I see these bald sweety
pies, and I want to care for them.  Cheyene was entirely bald except for
head when I brought him home.  For me the change in feelings was a
transition.
 
Life CONSISTS of change.  I thank GOD for the changes He has wrought in my
life--in me.
 
Lisette, Bat Woman, and Princess Poo-pa-la-ta( just her today name)
 
Lisette
[Posted in FML issue 3462]