Dear Ferret Folks-
 
What is wrong with my weasles?  Why must they literally fight me tooth and
nail to protect the integrity of the litter box?  From what?  How could I
possibly make doo-doo any worse than it already is?  You can't BREAK the
stuff, it's...already broken at the most fundamental level.  It's not like
there won't ever be any MORE doo-doo once I've cleaned the old stuff up,
they HAVE the recipe...they can MAKE more...
 
Some people go around the house squeezing a rubber squeakie toy to make
their weasles come out of hiding.  Me, I just have to let my SHADOW fall
across a litter box and they literally explode from their hidey-holes,
trailing fire and sparks in their wake like burning race cars, all to
protect their precious doo-doo.
 
What gives?  Do these little piles of weasel by-products have some
esthetic quality that I am simply not spiritually evolved enough to
appreciate?  Do they view the litter box as being like a triangular
version of one of those Japanese Zen gardens where they rake the sand
into elaborate patterns every morning?  Does a full litter box represent
some sort of highly personal artistic statement, the preservation of
which merits biting the hand that feeds them?
 
Hmmm. It's a deep question. And I will consider it at length, once I've
emptied out all these *&^#@!: litter boxes.
 
Alexandra in Massachusetts
 
Switch the Kit: "Nobody understands my art. I am so alone."
Sabrina the Bat-Biter: "I, for one, appreciate the dynamic tension
inherent to your latest composition."
[Posted in FML issue 3723]