I carry my passport around with me everywhere for many reasons. For instance, I look younger than I am and my current license, which is from NJ and still needs to be converted to a MA license, looks like it was made in a garage by a 10-year old. So, I get home from work, and put my bag on the ground for the ferret-mandated bag check. Lucy gives the sniff and nose raise of approval, while Gabriel is looking for a more intensive search. He has problems getting into the zippered part, so goes for the outer pockets to see what he can see. The inventory of said pockets includes: my Visor PDA, my keys w/T pass attached, a small case of Listerine breath sheet thingies, my sunglasses, my work ID, and my passport. Gabriel begins the "sort the random things" ritual, but amazingly doesn't take anything out of the pockets. I was worried he'd go for the little Listerine case, since it's small and plastic and therefore obviously of value. He then appears to walk away. I turn to look up at my monitor, and 2 seconds later I here a small thwap sound hit the floor. I look down, and Gabriel is standing *on top of my passport* like he's conquered land in the name of mighty mustelids everywhere. I know he was carrying it, it had his little teeth marks and wet nose spots on it. I take it back, say that he can't possibly leave the country with it due to increased security, especially since that picture looks nothing like him, and put it back in my bag. Corey then commences the feeding of the duck soup. Our ferts are getting on in their years, and we just found out that their blood sugar is below normal, Gabriel's moreso than Lucy's, so duck soup as a supplement twice daily is doc's orders (Dr. Karen Purcell rules, by the way). They are busy, so I read more email. About 5 minutes later, I see Gabriel out of the corner of my eye under Corey's desk. What is he carrying? *My passport!* My advice: be on the watch for any unusual FLO activity. The agents seem to be trying to prep to travel... Andrea w/ Corey - father to my furkind Lucy - "Duck soup doubles well as a gravy for kibble. Nummers!" Gabe - "And I would've gotten away with it if it wasn't for those meddling humans!" [Posted in FML issue 3870]