Our human read all the books and tried all the boxes and things.  Now all
she does is put rubber mats in the corners for us.  Of course, as soon as we
can find a corner without one, we'll use it.  See the smell draws us
(supposedly) but it also after a while repels us.
 
Our human, Margie, cries for all the losses of others of our breed.  She
still vividly remembers how (heaven only knows) I got out of the house last
spring.  It was raining and got cold, raind and got colder.  I was found
healthy.  Some human wrote Absence makes the heart grow fonder.  The rest of
it goes..."for another ferret".
 
To all the "IFers", please let them cross the rainbow bridge without the
middle of life trailing behind.  L IF e.  If is the middle of life.  You
gave them all not asking anything in return.
 
Thank you for caring
 
Racocoa, Destinie, Little One, Fiesty
[Posted in FML issue 1760]