Come on--I just brought her home.  How could she be lost?
 
I got a call from the vet office, and prepared soup for everyone while
Maria was reacquainting herself with her new home.
 
I fed her, she tubed, she chortled on and on with Miss Mini-Me.  She pooped
a big one in the middle of the carpeting.  Then I lost her.
 
I have never had a ferret this tiny. She could be anywhere.
Lost? I carefully searched every room-pulling out every drawer.
Lost? Lost deep in my satin pajamas, curled in my largest bottom drawer:
 
She looks like a tiny new born fawn....
 
a lump of tenderness catches in my throat. eyes blurr.  little Maria.
she is found
-and i am lost.
[Posted in FML issue 3478]