Ack!  Ick!  Blek!!  No, that's the Christmas Tree, not..hoboy..  remind
me next year that when getting a ferret, do /not/ decorate a tree to it's
fullest.  Lookie lookie, finally I have my fuzzbutt!  Yay!  .   Youse sees,
I's got meh' mum tah' get him a day early..two, actually, but this is this
is the time I actually have enough wits to type ... barely.  His name shall
be Terref, because I swore to myself that the first ferret I ever got would
be male, silver mitt, and named that.  But, he's sable, and therefore I had
to do the others.  Can't type, can't think..  what /is/ he doing over
there?  Wait a moment..  where's my shoe?  Heh.  Shoes... he's addicted
to those.  As well as book bag strings he can't reach, plastic dog bones,
and ... feet.  Socks, mostly.  I e-mailed this list for a reason, and now I
can't remember..  Ah!  We gave him a bath, to be rid of anything that was
on his fur..  you know, just to be safe.  Afterwards, he shook.  Shivered.
A lot.  Is that normal?  Woah, /that/ was a short question for such a long
message, or medium, rather.  I'll go now, as not to bother you.  I wish a
happy Christmas to all, and to those who have lost their fuzzy loves, I
offer what comfort I can...
 
  -- Ashley and Terref, the kawaii fe-rat dude!
[Posted in FML issue 2908]