Someone that used to be on the FML emailed me this poem of hers. I thought it was pretty neat. She said I could post it on here. :) new york city ferret i live in new york city but i won;'t say where a spacious doorman building a penthouse heaven here yes i have a secret a foaming rabid vice i am a secret lover of those 'dirty feral mice" they run and scamper in the halls and dance upon the cat they jump and tumble through the rooms till the best is made of that. then they settle on the bed or in a cozy place i kiss their noses one by one as i look into their face so i get my kiss returned a thank you for my care from those vicious biting weasels who mangle children here for really they are wise and trusting curious and fun an inborn gentle nature with intelligence ,then some domestic anbd dependable affectionate and cute better friends than people and that's the sh--ty truth cause here in new york city where it's dog eat dog and vultures rule the streets at night and big bussiness is a hog even the most ruthless have a secret place for a furry pet at home to calm the big rat race so i'll kep my dirty mice with their soulful eyes and be an outlaw bandit cause i've been suprised the only thing new yorkers and the weasels do the same is steal your stuff in a flash and shrug away the blame Wolfy Please visit: http://www.geocities.com/wolfysluv/ for information on ferret deafness: http://www.geocities.com/wolfysluv/deaf.html [Posted in FML issue 3757]