The baby is still alive. His eyes are open, but his head is about a third of his body length. It is so tiny, I am afraid I could never ferret proof for this one. I do not have to worry just now. He is just learning to walk!! He wobbles for a step and falls over or splays with his legs out to the sides. He mouths me like a little baby bird with its mouth open waiting for Mom to put its beak in the mouth and regurgitate food. He teethes on a small part of my wrist or puts his mouth around my little finger. Then he tries to hop---and splat, he is back to ground zero. If I leave the room and come back in when he is awake, he starts crying like a baby. Waaaah,aaaahhh,auuhhhh. I do not know if he thinks I am his mother, or just likes my warmth. I keep him in the soft ferret bag I wear around my neck that I got years ago at the GCFA show. He sleeps in there while I clean litter and food and water bowls, change papers, heat up food, pass out meds, let the cat out, and play with the guys. He is so tiny it looks like the bag is empty. His cold is worse today. His whole body wracks and contorts and moves him backwards when he sneezes. He sounds slurpy- liquidy. He goes to emergency vet tomorrow after work if he is not better, so please forgive me if I cannot return all e-mails. You guys have been wonderful as always. You write and say--You probably already know this, but---. And mostly, I do Not know. I thank you all for your help. He still does not appear able to eat solids. But Bob C. soup once again comes to the rescue. I always mix it with A-D cat food {prescription food from the vet} and vitamins E, C, and B, with flax seed ground up. I set the alarm for every four hours. His coat is white or silver or gray little hairs sticking out like a fine coat over him. Underneath he is a soft brown. He has a white muzzle, that extends under his chin. He has two white eyebrows :-) and two pink round ears like a little mouse. His head is so heavy, he seems to have trouble holding it up. It is a big squarish head. I hold him in my hand, and he rests his head on my finger and peers into my face. His look is determined. His baby jaw looks strong and prognathic. He is asleep now in my lap-curled up few inches of life I look down at a baby. Lisette [Posted in FML issue 3022]