Heaven knows how these little ferrets have such mind control over us.
There is NO telling what they will request next from us (frozen ferret
TV dinners to go with their 2" color, flat-screen TVs and DVD of 'Beast
Master').
 
::snorfle:: Good thing I didn't have a mouthful of coffee when I read
that, Deva, or I'd be in need of a new keyboard!  I think we all manage
to spoil our fuzz kids badly enough without having to come up with
teeny-tiny universal remote controls as well.  ;-)
 
The "Beastmaster" movies, by the way, are why I'll never name a ferret
either Kodo or Podo.  I learned my lesson with a yellow tabby tom-kitten
who I named Pixel, after R.  A.  Heinlein's "Cat who Walked Through
Walls".  He lived up to his name -- twice!  How he managed to get out of
a locked apartment with one, barely open, tightly screened window is a
mystery that can only be explained by quantum physics or the X-Men comic
book series.  The Fabulous Art Ferrets have been quite clever enough
without giving them an especially tricksy namesake to emulate! :-)
 
Speaking of which, Sinead came through her adrenalectomy with flying
colors.  Unfortunately, the pathology report found that the growth was
a carcinoma, rather than an adenoma as her vet and I had hoped.  Dr.
Feldman thinks that he may have gotten it early enough that it won't
spread, though; everything else inside looked just fine.  Sinead's
already growing back the little bit of fur that she lost, and is acting
completely normal, so I keep a more watchful eye on her condition -- just
in case -- and continue spoiling her rotten.  Without giving her a
recliner and a Marc Singer movie marathon, of course.
 
But I'll probably break down and let her watch "Kindergarten Cop". ;-)
 
--Becca, mom to Dylan-kitty, Panther-kitty, Maggie Dog, and Sinead the
Wonder Weasel.  (And owner of a silversmithing workbench that I'm
guiltily ignoring for a wee bit.)
[Posted in FML issue 5213]