I know we have all talked about being addicted to our ferrets, but are your ferrets addicted to anything? What will they do to obtain their addiction? My two girls have certain things that they just can't live without. For Minerva, my oldest, she absolutely can't live without playing tag on your calf. She will run up, wrap her paws around your calf, hold on for a second - then let go and bounce away - more jumping than running cause she wants you to catch her. If for some reason you are too busy to play during her time out she will lie on the floor and look so devestated that it just breaks your heart. So of course you have to drop what you are doing and play extra hard. She also has a thing for soda. Coke specifically. When we first had her we didn't realize that this little ferret could make the giant leap from the couch to the coffee table to knock over the pop can, take a drink and fall off the table from the surprise carbonation caused. Ever since that first time if she sees a red pop can - nothing will stop her from trying to get to it. If you stand up and pick up the pop can, she will climb from your feet up to the pop can in 5 seconds flat. If it was across the grand canyon I bet she would try to make the jump. If there is an empty pop can in the house she will drag it off - laughing all the way down the hallway to her "hiding spot" under my bed. She hasn't tasted any pop in at least 2 years but she never forgot... For Frumpstiggle, she would do anything for french fries. I bet if you asked her to tie herself in a knot for them she would. She doesn't eat them though. She just has to have all the french fries. Her life depends on it. The survival of every living thing on the planet depends on it. Well you would believe that from the way she acts. Once she has taken the french fry away and hid it somewhere - she is back to normal. But french fries don't belong in her people's hand. She will get them away any way she can. I think part of it is that this is my obsessive compulsive ferret. She is anal in her organization. She is the ferret that knows that the little cap that goes over the bolt of the toilet does not belong there. It belongs in the living room under the couch. Always has. First thing she does when she gets out is to go put the cap in the right place. Silly humans keep moving it on her. She won't even accept a treat until it is put away. There are lots of things in the house that she has a place for. Like french fries belong under the bed. They are bad bad evil french fries and they must be hidden away so they don't tempt the humans. Or something like that. She also gets a perverse joy out of taking food from us. Any food. Not to hide. Not to eat. Just to take away. We were eating chicken the other night and I set my piece of chicken on the plate while I took a drink. As soon as I was done drinking I look at the plate and my chicken isn't there. I follow the dooking noise to only about two feet away and there is Frumpstiggle with my chicken in her mouth waving it back and forth slightly as if to say nah nah I got your food. I get up to go get it she drops it and runs off. Later she did the same thing with my leftovers. Taunted me with them, dropped them and ran. Beth, Minerva & Frumpstiggle the marsh wiggle in Aurora, CO [Posted in FML issue 3359]