Maybe she hasn't poofed because she's now comfortable for the first
time. I had Dweasel, a guy who was born in a research lab from a
Marshall mom that somehow got thru the horrid Marshal assembly line
whole. No one in the research lab in Md. knew she was pregnant until
they arrived one am to find two baby boys and the new teenage mom.

Of course the lab kept both little boys, altered them but the local
vet DID NOT and would not take out their anal glands. I adopted poor
Dweasel when he was three years old - lived his whole life in a cage
and they would anesthetize him and test human preemie intubation
equipment on him, and others. He didn't know freedom, toys, blankets,
soft things, anything. My poor, loving, sweet Dweasey. Now I'm crying.

He lived with us, happy, free, all the soft, clean things, walking
outside on his leash, car rides, for the rest of his too short life
until his death last at age seven plus Oct. 12 of cardiomyopathy,
insulinoma and adrenal disease. He lost the use of his hind legs but
did fine in his wheelchair.

Anyway, my point is that he never, ever poofed. Not even when my
friend came around a corner in the kitchen and was seriously startled
by Dweasey and Dweasey - also seriously startled - let out a ferret
scream like only startled ferrets can. It was heard two counties over.

Maybe Pivot just doesn't need to try and clear out her anals anymore.

Lorraine Lordi

[Posted in FML 8138]