My little girl, Rugsby, was sleeping at my feet as I lay reading in bed. I sit up to watch her all curled up with her feet beside her head: so cute, so peaceful. Eyes closed and tiny little pink tongue sticking out while she dreams. A grin starts to creep across my face as I get an idea. Silently I lean back to grab the bottle of ferretone off my night stand and squeeze out a dollop on my finger. Grinning evilly, I transfer that to the tip of her curled tongue, and wait. She slurps it in and and keeps slurping till there can't possibly be any left....all while still in deep sleep nine. I'm chuckling by now....but she goes on to lick her back paw vigorously with her eyes tightly closed. Poor thing can't find where the rest of the ferretone has gone! As I'm writing this, still she doesn't know anything....I can just imagine her dreams.....one minute she's frolicking in foot high grass somewhere, and next she lands in a vat of never ending liquid sunshine!! he he he....it's killing me watching....she's finally waken up and I'm too big of a softy to not give her a little treat. Lord love her and all the other little ones out there making our days that much better by giving us our kicks.... -Kirst, Teddy and Rugsby [Posted in FML issue 4267]