Come on--I just brought her home. How could she be lost? I got a call from the vet office, and prepared soup for everyone while Maria was reacquainting herself with her new home. I fed her, she tubed, she chortled on and on with Miss Mini-Me. She pooped a big one in the middle of the carpeting. Then I lost her. I have never had a ferret this tiny. She could be anywhere. Lost? I carefully searched every room-pulling out every drawer. Lost? Lost deep in my satin pajamas, curled in my largest bottom drawer: She looks like a tiny new born fawn.... a lump of tenderness catches in my throat. eyes blurr. little Maria. she is found -and i am lost. [Posted in FML issue 3478]