Hello everyone: I haven't posted in quite a while but I have a funny story/saga I just had to share. We adopted 2 new ferrets in February and our house has been very busy. All four have been keeping us on our toes. We love the new guys, two males, very much and they have settled in nicely into our home routine. Everyone now gets along fabulously and the tension has gone and everyone sleeps in one huge fuzzy heap. One of the new guys, his name is Tank, came from a neglectful home where he didn't get much human interaction. He had been living in a cage in a garage for some time. He is finally coming around and we have been having so much fun. He has the cutest little face and he just loves the cat. Anyhow, he has a small obsession. It started with a few socks, here and there, mostly dirty ones in balls. You know, the ones you just peal right off your foot in a big sock wad, yep, those were his favorites. It was very funny to watch him roll them down the hallway and place them in the cage. Well, I started to notice that he was getting quite a collection of round rock wads in his cage. Most were kept under his blanket, and each night when I put them all to bed he would check on them and rearrange them if necessary. Well, last week I was folding laundry and here he comes, snags a sock right out of my clean pile and runs down the hall way, sock in tow. I though it was the cutest thing. Then I watch as he searched all areas of the house looking for socks. No matter where they might be he would find them. The final straw was on Sunday, I had an entire basket of clean socks in the bedroom. I set them there while I was at my soccer game, a few hours later I return to find an empty basket. That little terror must have spent the entire 3 hours I was gone stealing socks out of my basket. I was astonished. A little miffed, I looked under the bed to find all my socks piled everywhere under there. The other ferrets were just staring back at me like, hay, Mom we didn't have anything to do with it! (They even looked a little confused, being surrounded by all those socks!) Knowing it was my fault to leave the unprotected socks within reach of Tank, Master of the socks, I could only laugh. I will say, he was incredibly proud of himself! So nice to see how far he has come. All for now, off to collect socks..... Kelly, Squeak, Raider, Sammy & Tank the Sock Lord. [Posted in FML issue 3783]