A cold is running rampant among my fuzzbutts.  That means Amoxi cocktails
and rounds of duck soup for several weasels.  The other night I was hand
feeding Taz some duck soup because he doesn't readily lap it up yet.  He
had only eaten about a spoonful when he decided that duck soup time was
officially over.  "Oh no,c'mon Taz", I cooed,"Just a little bit more.
For mommy?" slopping a blob of it on to his tongue.  With amazing agility
( and accuracy) his tongue shot out of his mouth, banked a sharp right
( to avoid his pointy little nose) and flipped that wad of duck soup over
his head and into the kitchen wall.  Guess he told me!
 
Kim and da kids at
Somethin Up My Sleeve (Ferrets that is) Rescue & Respit
[Posted in FML issue 3687]