Hi all -
 
I'm just writing this because my fuzzy never ceases to amaze me.  First of
all, Sarah is now doing fine (matter of fact, looking at her, you'd never
know that she was practically on her death bed a week ago) and is eating
well.  But on with my story...
 
Sarah seems to have this amazing ability to select the times when my hands
are totally full to not use the litterbox - i.e.  I can't get to her fast
enough to do anything about it.  If I yell at her, she just looks up at me
smugly like she knows that I'm incapacitated and goes about her business.
Last night, I was on the phone and she starts backing up in a non-litter box
corner and I shout, "No, bad girl." Shockingly, she actually looked ashamed
and went to the litterbox and went in there.  I couldn't believe it.
 
Ah me, ferrets.
 
Caroline (Sarah's well-trained pet)
[Posted in FML issue 1512]