Morning , all,
 
After considering driving four hours to the nearest ferret shelter (trying
to do the right thing), I found a baby to rescue almost in my back yard.  A
friend of my daughter's had bought a ferret a few months ago and then found
that he really didn't have the time to give her.  He had felt guilty about
continual confinement, so had recently bought her a bigger cage.  But,
still...  At any rate, I'd have taken her sooner, but Shiva had been in the
last stages of adrenal cancer and I really didn't want to burden her with
the presence of a new comer.
 
In the mean time, Rose Anne's friend had started working at home and I felt
the situation might have changed, but could not stop thinking about his
neglected ferret.  An email produced an immediate response.  No, he just
didn't have the enthusiasm for caring for an animal.  Three days later,
Rose Anne brought the little sweety home.  The upshot is that, though she
was not physically abused, she had eaten only cheap cat food and had no
litter pan in her cage.  She even came without a name.  How sad.
 
Integration went off beautifully.  After Pixel dragged her around by the
scruff of the neck a little to show her who's boss, the newbie fit right
in.  Because she was used to a variety of food--she got whatever was on
sale--she took to the ferret food almost immediately, and will, I hope,
acquire some muscle mass.  She explored every toy and piece of furniture in
my bedroom, which is where my babies live, and seemed not to believe her
new found freedom.  It seems she has gone from sensory deprivation to
possible sensory overload! <G>  That night when I went to check the girls
just before bed time, all three were in the hammocks, two asleep and one
staring at me from the pile.  Her eyes seemed to say, "What in the world
have a found?"
 
Oh, yes, my little albino has a name now: Pearl.  The guy we got her from
asked us to please not give her some "cutesy-cutesy" name.  Can you believe
the nerve?  I've emailed him to say that little Stoopnegal is having the
time of her life!
 
Peace--
Linda, the peon
Pixel, the boss
Noel, the Christmas Devil
Pearl--"Wow---food and blankies as far as the eye can see!"
[Posted in FML issue 2483]