Dear Ferret Folks-
 
Could it be post-nasal drip?  The flu?  Time to dust?  Allergies?  The
pine pollen count, especially, is very high this week.  My car is streaky
yellow and dusted with it.  It used to be red.
 
Something's up with Switch and Sabrina.  Tonight they stole all the
Allegra allergy pills and stashed them in their special place between the
arm of the sofa and the wall, the place where they keep their treasures,
including, of course, the beloved spark plug wire.
 
First Switch knocked over the big purple cardboard box that contained
umpteen carded samples of Allegra wrapped in plastic and foil packages.
As my husband and I watched The Silence of the Lambs on T.V. and Hannibal
Lechter played with his food (Hellooo, Clarice) the ladies actually
co-operated to stash the little packs one pack at a time.
 
I never actually saw them co-operate on a joint project before, aside
from keeping one another warm in the hammock.  Switch is pushy, and
frequently frustrates the much smaller and older Sabrina until she poofs
in outrage.  (Sabrina is from Zens, and thus comes fully equipped with
awful anal scent glands that can be used as anti-personnel devices.  if
you have never experienced a poof first hand, you are not missing much.
It smells like a cross between cat pee and lemon peel and disappates
quickly.)
 
In round trip after round trip across the living room floor, they carried
the little packs in their mouths and stashed them with the antique rice
cakes, junk mail, interesting bits of litter, spoons (shiny), and wadded
up Klondike Bar wrappers (also shiny) that make up their treasure along
with the spark plug wire.  (From where?  We still don't know!)
 
Should I perhaps drop in a kleenex or two?  Sinus problems must be hell
when half your head (and three quarters of your tiny little brain) is
devoted to smell.
 
Alexandra in Massachusetts
 
Switch the Kit: "Oh, my node, I can'd bell anythink."
Sabrina: " I can'd even bell myselb."
[Posted in FML issue 3810]