Hey Everyone,
 
No, not another ferret but Milton as in the deadest, whitest, malest poet
of them all.  sigh.
 
Taking a quick break from finals week, and studying the above.  Miss Myrna
was just too cute not to tell on.
 
I am laying in bed, trying to stay awake rereading Paradise Regained.  It
is hard enough to stay awake through it in the middle of the day.  I guess
Miss Myrna Loy knew I was having trouble, so she climbed onto the bed and
started to clean my ears.
 
Now you have to understand that Miss Myrna is a very very good Momma fert,
and will clean me for half an hour or so.  She sometimes pushes my glasses
out of the way to clean my eyes, and will push the phone away if she is in
the mood to clean my ears when I am on it.
 
She climbs up onto my chest and starts cleaning my ear.  Now, she doesn't
just lick or anything, she really cleans it good, with a little tongue
going way down in the ear and also a lot of chewing going on around the
earlobe.  Drives me crazy, but I manage to take it.  She won't quit anyway
until she is through.  I can move her, she just comes back.
 
While I am laying there trying not to squirm too much, I see Miss Treska
climbing onto the 4 foot tall cage in my room.  I have a sock up there.
She likes socks.  She climbs up, get the sock over the top of her head and
then climbs back down, backwards, and runs off with the sock on her head.
Just too funny. :-)
 
And don't forget to download the absolutely wonderful and gorgeous Ferret
Poem Book.  What a wonderful job!!!  And never mind it has lots of
wonderful stuff in it, some by my favorite people!!  Just a grand idea.  I
am blown away about how great it is.
 
Anyway, one more week and then I am off to start scoping out places to move
to.  Way cool.
 
Give them fuzzets hugs for me.
[Posted in FML issue 2667]