Hi Ya'll
 
You really didn't think I was finished did you?  Too many more to go.
 
I did get the new pics up on the web.  It now has all my animals, even the
ones still in Houston.  And another shot of me.  And one of Alan.  And
another shot of me.  he he.  See if you can find the third one.  Sorry, the
pic page loads a little slow, I will rearrange it when I get back.  It's at:
 
http://www.missouri.edu/~c705570
 
Yes, I am going home again.  Thursday.  Better watch out down there.  And I
have an expensive type ticket, so I can stay as long as I like.  Oh yeah,
and a petsitter.  You may never get rid of me.
 
Owen- aka the Joker.  This guy is a very very dark sable.  And he is always
happy.  And he can jump onto the toilet from the floor.  I can bend slighty
from the waist and he will jump into my hands.  Always wants to play and he
loves to clean my knuckles, but is stingy with kisses.  Story of my life.
 
Sampson- my three footed wonder.  Just recently turned into a real ferret.
Was reluctant due to abuse as a kit.  But he now dances, albeit listing to
one side and will finally let me wrestle him roughly.  And he has quit
biting!!!!!  Hallelulah.  He has pierced my lips 5 times now.  And no, no
rings there.
 
Nicky Boy- pet store rescue.  He was paralyzed and I still had trouble
talking them down on the price.  Geesh.  He is Pookster's boy friend.  Love
at first sight.  She beat him up for a couple of months before relenting to
his constant onslaught.  He gives lots of kisses, chases the cats with lots
of glee.  Catches them too.  Won't eat anything but dry food, not even
ferretone.  Luckily he doesn't mind baths or nail clipping.  I have to bathe
his bottom a lot as he doesn't always have bladder and bowel control.  But
he is a love bug and I know one person that wants him, not that she will
ever get him.  :)~
 
Maggie and all of her lovebugs
 
--
Run my name through your computer,
mention me in passing to your college tutor
Check my rcords, check my facts, check if I paid my income tax
Pore over everything in my c.v.,
But you still know nothing 'bout me.
 
Sting
[Posted in FML issue 1939]