A couple of years ago we had just gotten a new baby named Grover. I was
working 12-hour shifts managing a bar/deli and Len was out of town for a few
days. Because our other 4 ferrets were beating up on baby, I left them out as
usual, but closed the door so Grover had the bedroom all to himself.
  I returned home hot, tired, and ready for a quick cuddle with the fuzzies
and a nice long sleep. The adult (yeah, right!) crew were asleep under the
couch, so I decided to take a shower and go to bed, with Grovie for company.
I opened the bedroom door to get a fresh towel and check on his food dish...
and to my very great surprise, there was a 2 inch high wall of water pouring
out of the newly opened doorway! I shoved the door open all the way to discover
a stream of water sluicing down the side of the waterbed, the clean towels were
now sopping wet and arranged against the back of the door, and there was the
little guy, eyes wild and joyous, dooking "look at me mom, look at me!" Indeed.
He'd been in and out of the litterbox and the litter had formed little mudballs
on his feet. He had been running and sliding all over (the footprints and skid
marks on the high spots of the floor were evidence) and apparently had trouble
putting the brakes on, as there were foot-and-skid prints on the baseboards.
   I've never been closer to killing anyone as that sweet little fuzzball just
then. He ran over to me and sat on my foot, wrapping his front legs around my
ankle. I started laughing so hard I had to sit down (yes, in the water). Need-
less to say, I had to call my downstairs neighbors and I spent the next 3 hours
cleaning up both apartments. Sigh. Our ferrets aren't allowed in the bedroom
anymore, and Grover was moved in with the others and is a very happy ferret.
   My condolances to all who have suffered losses recently. It broke our hearts
to lose Cooper, so we know how you feel. Incidently, that is how we ended up
with Clemmie and Grover, trying to recover from Cooper's death.
           love and dooks!
Marya (the mom), Molly (still a baby at 5), Emma (why don't I get to taste a
waterbed? is it like raisins Grove?), Grover (surf's up!), Boo-boo (someday I'm
gonna get that rug, and bite it 'til its really dead!) and Zach the human baby.
[Posted in FML issue 1183]