Hi Everyone, Last Thursday I became a foster mom for the first time. They came to me with only about 12 hours warning. When they got here I cannot describe the condition they were in. They were so filthy you couldn't even hold them. Now keep in mind I like the smell of ferrets. These guys smelled worse than any scented ferret ever could. The first order of business was a bath. I thought they smelled bad dry!! Next, we set up a "home" for them. I had to put my own kids sick cage into use. I went through their things to see if anything was salvageable enough so they had one thing of their own so the transition might go a little easier. Not a chance. It's 6 days later and that stuff is sitting out in my yard in the hopes that the smell of it might abate enough that maybe I could put them in my washing machine. All they have is an old shirt, a piece of material and a nylon hammie. They don't even have decent names. For now their names are A and Z. They are 2 MF male, 3 1/2 year old ferrets. A is a dark sable and he is the smallest male ferret I have ever seen. Z is the most unusual color. His coloring borders on red. A follows me around like he's my little shadow and he's afraid of letting me out of his sight. Z is having a harder time adjusting. I have not yet been able to get him to eat solid food. He's a frantic little guy too. He has claimed an end table drawer as his own and he is trying to stuff as many toys in it as it will hold. With a little time and a lot of love they will be great little furchins. Today they got a nice little surprise in the mail. It was pouring buckets out here and I looked out the window and spotted a package on my front porch When I brought it in both A and Z were quite curious as to what it contained. Of course they had fun licking the rain drops off the package too In it we found some hammies, sleep sacks and treats of their very own. Thanks to a very special lady named Rose. I fixed up their little house with all their new things and they were asleep in their new sleep sack within 10 minutes. If you listened carefully you could hear a very contented sigh of thanks. When (if?) they go to their adopted family these new things will be going with them. Rose, A and Z said to send you a very special fuzzy hug. Diddy [Posted in FML issue 3938]