I couln't sleep tonight, so I got up woke Monty up (so he could have some
un-toddler-interupted playtime (which he's using to try and kill our couch
wich I really want him to so I can get that futon I've had my eye on) and
watched him roll around, trying to war dance and yet be half asleep.  When
he came over and beged me to hold him, and lavished me with kisses when I
picked him up I got all teary eyed.  He may be a hit 'n' run offender, he
may not ever use the litter box and he may always attack the cage but I
love him so much I just want to take him to bed with me to replace my
teddy bear (yes I still have one what's it to ya!) My hubby realized just
how much this boy means to me when he came home to a dark appartment.  I
had all the lights off because I had a migraine to end all migraines.
Every migraine sufferer has triggers.  One of mine happens to be the smell
of ferret (not everyday, but when cleaning the cage I have to do it fast
and not breath) seeing my pain hubby asked if we should forget about
having pets.  I said no way!  No more than I would give away my son if
his dirty diapers gave me headaches.  So I may need to keep an extra ice
pack around, and the number or furkids in the single digits, so what!
 
Monty's MY boy!  My furbaby!  My hunny-bunny-snuggle-wuggle-huggle-bug!
So there!
 
Amanda and Monty the mental!
"Have you lost your mind?  Better check your ferrets hidey hole!"
 
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[Posted in FML issue 3696]