My poor Petey had a tough day. He was degraded by his cage mate. One of the ferrets in the cage with Petey is my Phoenix. She is my oldest and there is no sweeter ferret alive. She is my mother earth. But she is 8 1/2, Adrenal, insulinoma, blind, bald. you name it. All of a sudden she has stopped using the litter box. I think she is confused. She has been doing lots of weird things lately. Monday night my puter crashed. My puter guy came and got my puter. (What a sweetheart.) Tuesday night he brought my puter back. My ferrets are in the puter room with me. So we got talking about the ferrets. As he stands up to leave he says, "Don't you ever get ferrets that aren't old and sick?" I said "yeah, Petey isn't old or sick, he is a young hubba hubba". He says. "ya mean that one with poop all over him?" I looked down, and sure enough. He is on the bottom shelf of the cage, sound asleep, on his back, with his belly in the air. There is a perfect pile of poop laying right in the middle of his tummy and he is soaking wet. Phoenix is on the next tier up and has pooped and peed right on top of momma's baby boy. Oh the indignity of it all. That will teach him to rip up the flooring. He never woke up and he was soaked. Ferrets, they are sumpin else. Hugs, Robin, Doodlebug, Bandie the bald, Rosie the terror, Phoenix the confused, and Petey the pooped on! [Posted in FML issue 3890]