As most of you know, I don't have any current ferrets. I keep in touch with my kids through a kind woman who took them to live with her many other animals. I remember Ferret Yule, however. I remember putting up two Big People stockings and three small Ferret stockings due for filling on Yule Night. I remember untangling Puffo from yards and yards of shiny ribbon and crumpled paper (not before snapping a photo). I remember panic attacks from gas-heater singed whiskers: "How DID you get in this room, anyway?!" I would sigh exasperatedly, comforting my luckily unharmed Puffo. I remember staying up until midnight waiting for the ferrets to use their one-hour's-worth of power of speech, and I remember staring at the three of them piled in their hammock, smugly refusing to utter so much as a syllable. I remember chasing Janice, Puffo, and Rembrandt when they had each stolen an ornament off the tree, and how I found out I was getting blue pyjamas for Yule (Janice had chewed a hole in the package and was sleeping in it). I remember ferret door juggling every time someone dropped by with Christmas cheer, and I remember really enjoying the extra time off school and work so I could play with the ferrets more. Merry Ferrets to All, and to All a Ferrety Yule! love from Christine [Posted in FML issue 3252]