Wellllll,, I was in panic for about 6 hours looking for Silky who was
out in the closet when I put the others back in the cage.  Saw her early
this morning curled up in the closet in a box, & she looked so comfortable I
left her there.  After a nap, did the chores for the day & come the evening
did not find her looking in "all possible places".  I even looked outside
even though the screen door was closed carefully each time.  No kids to
leave the doors open, but my first "Slinky" was lost the same way & never
saw hin again, so it was "time to worry".  Even emailed out prayer requests,
& maby one was answered.
 
    I did detective work, finding fresh poop in several places, so I removed
it & placed clean paper towels.  Finally found one corner I cleaned with a
new poop!  The only place left I checked at least 3 times, but this was
"proof in the poop" that life was near!  In re-examining a recliner, &
looking up with my head on the floor I found a piece of fabric that was a
hammock with a lump.  The lump was warm & (joy joy) it moved!  She just
sniffed my hand & curled back to nap.  Oh well, so I put out some food,
water & clean paper towel & it's on to feeding the rest of the crew behind a
securely closed door.  Don't want to repeat that with 7 more - more
energetic fuzzies!
 
    Oh yea, I guess I can start breathing again.  I even shut down the
computer & all noise makers so I could hear some scratching in case she was
stuck behind something.
 
    That reminds me, Timmy last year was stuck behind a cat-condo & a wall,
& I just had a feeling like he needs to be found...  He was panting he was
so hot & scared, but barely moving otherwise.  I held him under not cold but
cool running water, I was afraid he might get brain damage as he was very
hot!  That was at 2am & I phoned my most ferret wise friend who said it's a
panic reaction, she went thru it with one of hers & a bookcase.  Her's
recovered fine, & Timmy was ok also.  (This was 7 months b4 his run in with
the leukemia, that he is still fully recovered from).  Poor Timmy, he's had
a rough life and he's only two.  Needless to say, I'm very careful about
furniture placement now.
 
    Happy halloween to all..  Think I'll pick up those little boxes of
rasins for the two legged kids, & the four legged ones can finish off the
leftovers!
 
    Gary
 
Violence is not strength,  Compassion is not weakness.    From Camelot.
[Posted in FML issue 1361]