Little Tarot, a rescue ferret dumped at a pet store with the words, "I can't take it anymore". No name, no history. An employee of the pet store called. I picked up a tiny, scared, silvermitt female. She appeared to be sweet tempered and adapted to being with our ferrets in the little shelter we ran back then. I tried numerous times to adopt out Tarot, she turned into a very nippy, but not vicious ferret. She was fine with Dan and me. She appeared to have serious seperation issues and bit anyone but Dan or me. The only place I ever took her was for her rare visits to the vet. Tarot stayed with us. The little shelter was closed when I got to sick to run it. She'd been with us 4 yrs and was part of a group of ferrets called the New Triumvarate. Her favorite cage mates are still with us. I hope Tinker and Phoebe are there to meet her. The animal communicator dubbed them my animal spirit guides. Tarot we'll miss you. KG [Posted in FML issue 4317]