First off, Jennifer and all those who've recently lost their babies---my
heart goes out to you.  I know you'll miss them greatly.
 
For the person the other day who wanted to know about ferrets pooping in
corners.  Well, I keep newspapers down.  Easy clean up that way, and I
figure it's part of the territory.
 
Lisette-in case you weren't joking, c'mon!  None of us, I believe,
advocates stealing an animal and butchering it, or any other form of
violence to an animal.  I know when I first started to read Limejello's
story I had one eyebrow up, but then I began to see that he was pulling
all our legs.  Having been around and raised chickens when younger, I knew
he had to have been around them too, either that or his imagination is
perfect.  Many times I've had chickens fly around and poop all over, and
this was just trying to catch them to cut their wing feathers.  By the time
I'd finished I was cracking up.  Thank heavens everybody around here knows
I laugh a lot at things (at myself in particular).  I did e-mail Limey baby
and ask where the Weezils of Doom were at this time.  I thought perhaps
they'd set up bleachers, but he said they'd taken bets on who'd be the
winner and now they were rich.  This was a tale to make us laugh, brighten
our day, not get offended by it.  With all the world's tragedies, God knows
we need something to laugh at.  Hey, even He has a sense of humor-the human
race is still around.
 
For the lady who wondered if she could stop at 5 ferrets.  HA!  Good luck.
I have, er had, 7, and my husband kept telling me "NO MORE.  STAY OUT OF
PET STORES".  So, I did.  However, there's an absolutely free column in
our paper..... This morning there was a free ferret, I said, in a very
low keyed, controlled manner, "Larry, there's a free ferret" to which he
promptly said, "Call them!" So I tried.  From 6:45 to 8:00 am.  At 8:15
somebody finally answered the phone.  Unfortunately, it was State Farm
Insurance!!!!!  The gentleman and I were both perplexed, because the number
in the paper was correct, for the insurance company.  (Boy, I'll be the
paper got a call from them!  hehehehehehe)
 
So, being really swift minded for once, I called the paper and yep, they'd
screwed up the numbers.  Got the right number, got the people.  When I said
"You have a ferret for free" it was like the damn burst.  This lady assured
me how nice, how beautiful, etc.  When she drew a deep breath I got in-age,
vaccinations, what do you feed-and she was off again.  I finally got to
tell her we'd take him, where was he.  She told me, then said, "Oh, he
hasn't eaten since yesterday.  We ran out of food." At this I felt myself
do the "Quasimodo pose" (that means one shoulder goes up, one eye squints,
and I feel my blood pressure going up).  I managed to strangle out quite
nicely, "Oh, really."
 
Larry got on the phone and got the directions, and said he'd be there in
1/2 hour.  He hangs up the phone and I said rapidly, "get the carrier, a
bowl of food, the water bottle and go get him!" He said the little bugger's
cage was way high up, and how he got up there to even get water he didn't
know.  But believe it or not he has been taken care of.
 
So, let me introduce you to number 8: Age 6 months, cinnamon, male, MF,
"Conan".  Tonight Conan gets a bath, his ears cleaned, and his extremely
long nails trimmed.  He has devoured one small bowl of Iams kitten chow,
is ensconced in a cage at home by himself with more food and lots of water
(which he couldn't seem to get enough of).  To my way of thinking, he's
waaaaaayyy to thin, but that'll change.  He's really sweet.  Went around
the office here and met everyone, let people pet him.  Of course, the
calmness will all change, I'm sure, when the "Magnificient 7" get hold of
him and show him the ropes!
 
Rebecca and the other 2 human slaves
Socks-oh, no, another
Kit--Ha!  Lemme show him whose boss
Genie--another cinnamon!  The mountain climbers of the ferret world
Scully-awww mom!
Suzy--Hey-he looks just like me!
Calvin-No he doesn't  He's a him
Mookie--run run run, dance dance dance-bite toes and ears!
Conan-Um, help?
Chewie, Dribble, Sarabi & Tigger:  Excuse me-is this the Star Trek Episode
"The Trouble with Tribbles" here?????
 
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Rebecca McFarlane
Secretary
Basic Medical Sciences
School Veterinary Medicine
Purdue University
West Lafayette, IN  47907-1246
Phone:   765-494-8632
Fax:     765-494-0781
"Do not meddle in the affairs of dragons, for thou art crunchy and taste
good with ketchup"
[Posted in FML issue 2749]