Well, ferret math has struck my house again. When I only had Chadley and Poo, I knew I wanted another ferret. I dunno, three just seemed the right number. Then we got Oona, and sure enough, three was the perfect number. I still think three is a great number, but you know, stuff just happens. I got a call from the manager of my local Petco the other night to tell me she had a man there who wanted to get rid of his ferret. <sigh> I spoke to the man, who seemed genuinely concerned that the boy find a good home, but who just didn't want to clean up after him any more. Last night I went to the man's home to see the ferret -- just to look, right? The little guy had a small cage with a litter box full of wood chips and a bowl of Deli-cat cat food inside. Despite all this, the fuzzy looked to be in good condition. The man really thought he was doing the best for his ferret, since a vet had told him how to care for him. I gently set him straight on a few points, and he had me write down information about Totally Ferret and Ferretvite, since his granddaughter has a ferret. And of course, I took the little fuzzy home with me. The new boy is about a year and a half old, sable, and his name is Snoopy. While I hate to confuse the poor thing with a new name, I don't think I can bring myself to call him that, although I don't yet know what I will call him. (Yeah, Poo's no better, I know -- but she likes her name :).) Any suggestions? Anyone? Introductions at my house were interesting. I had my barely one-and-a-half pound Poo trying futilely to drag the poor 3-pound newbie around by his neck <g>. Oona, who is still a baby, felt no such territorial urges, but rather fell in love at once. After a couple of hours of exploring and butt-sniffing, the new boy was curled up asleep with my old man Chadley. Later, when I put them all in their cage for the night, the new guy became very distressed. He had free run of his former home all the time -- the cage was only for food and litter. My babies are caged at night and when I'm at work -- I would worry too much about them otherwise. I suppose he will adjust. Didn't intend for this to be so long, but I'll end it here :). Cheri, Chadley, Poo, Oona, the new fuzzy, Alex the dog and the seven kitties [Posted in FML issue 3004]