A guest arrived this evening to drop off a belated Christmas present. After taking off his shoes, I showed him several ferret art projects I completed recently and the 3 projects making a mess on the table since I had become so ill.. Mini-Me leaped up his leg as he sat, pushed his glass of pop on the floor with her nose, and did a wild dance all over the table and projects. Shortly after, as he rose to leave--we could only find one of his shoes. I looked in every hiding place I could t hink of. I even took the step ladder and looked on top of the closet shelf 7 feet in the air where Mini-Me has nested. I ended up helping this poor guy hop to his car. I would have driven behind him and helped him hop into his house, but he insisted that this was not necessary. 'How does a one pound 2 ounce ferret hide a mans tennis shoe?' I asked myself as I went to empty the garbage about an hour ago. I found myself searching high and low. But my favorite snuggly slip on shoes are no longer available for garbage duty. One of them is missing. #$%&% *MINI-ME!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!@#$% #$## [Posted in FML issue 3644]