Dear Ferret Folks- What is wrong with my weasles? Why must they literally fight me tooth and nail to protect the integrity of the litter box? From what? How could I possibly make doo-doo any worse than it already is? You can't BREAK the stuff, it's...already broken at the most fundamental level. It's not like there won't ever be any MORE doo-doo once I've cleaned the old stuff up, they HAVE the recipe...they can MAKE more... Some people go around the house squeezing a rubber squeakie toy to make their weasles come out of hiding. Me, I just have to let my SHADOW fall across a litter box and they literally explode from their hidey-holes, trailing fire and sparks in their wake like burning race cars, all to protect their precious doo-doo. What gives? Do these little piles of weasel by-products have some esthetic quality that I am simply not spiritually evolved enough to appreciate? Do they view the litter box as being like a triangular version of one of those Japanese Zen gardens where they rake the sand into elaborate patterns every morning? Does a full litter box represent some sort of highly personal artistic statement, the preservation of which merits biting the hand that feeds them? Hmmm. It's a deep question. And I will consider it at length, once I've emptied out all these *&^#@!: litter boxes. Alexandra in Massachusetts Switch the Kit: "Nobody understands my art. I am so alone." Sabrina the Bat-Biter: "I, for one, appreciate the dynamic tension inherent to your latest composition." [Posted in FML issue 3723]