I woke up with the sun shining, and Minnie Me nipping on my feet and ankles. A smelly chicken treat that I keep beside my pillow in a small Tupperware container would not deter her. Nip, knaw, snip, claw. So I arose, wondering why she loves my toes. I just purchased a new refrigerator for the ferrets-the biggest non-industrial side by side made. The freezer is stocked with Bob C. chicken soup except for the very bottom shelf. As I opened the door to bring out the Tupperware container of soup in the refrigerator section, Minnie Me lunged for my thigh. I dropped the container. The expensive liquid flew all over the kitchen floor. By the time I cleaned up and had mircrowaved a frozen batch, I had to reach for the flax seed oil. I felt a ferret on my leg and panicked, dropping the bottle on the china.I shreiked as glass and flax seed oil flew all over the floor. After this mess was cleaned up, I was preparing to take my leave to go to work. I heard a thud, thud, crash. All of us did. Ferrets, cats, and me ran to the computer room. The large closet doors were opened, and rubble spilled out of them. I recognized a small carrier I keep on a shelf high up, and my eyes traveled up the closet to the first shelf-which is a good five feet in the air. There sat Minnie Me peering down on me. What a determined, ferocious little acrobat I have acquired. My eyes did a double take to the floor again after I picked up Minnie Me-the one pound four ounce silver mitt biter who sounds like a geiger counter/Tazmanian Devil. Carpet threads and lumps of carpet pieces were splattered on the carpet. I picked up the new carpet that is layered on the sturdy old carpet. There is a hole all the way through the older carpet today that was not there yesterday. Minnie Me sits in my hand and licks my wrist and forearm. The biting has stopped. Nipping is in. But not now: clever minx. Here sits the ferret that was kept in a wire cage for a year with no litter box, blanket or toy, stimulation or love.. She was fed once a day. She had fleas and ear mites. About a year of her life spent imprisoned and ignored. carry her gently to her cage, and deposit her with soft words. Got to get to work. Someone is going to have to pay for a new room of carpeting. Minnie Me has a hissy fit, and I leave listening to her as she chortles, hisses, and tears up the newspaper on the first floor in another one of her terrible tiny temper tantrums. Ain't love grand? Lisette [Posted in FML issue 3393]