Thanks, Wolfy! It was at Cloud Nine with Mark and Judy. I met Mark that once when we met at his house. He seemed really nice and had taken on a huge task running this shelter from his house. I got to spend a lot more time with Judy and she turned into one of my favorite people. She had this great ferret cabin that they used as a satellite site for the shelter. It was adorable. Her husband built it for her and specifially made it for the weasels. When I got ready to add to the family again I went back to see her (she lived closer to me than Mark did). This time I took all the kids with me so they could decide as a group who to bring home. Judy and I sat on the floor and she let all her adoptable kids out and I let my three out so all could play. Joe hit the ground running and immediately ran the tubes and tunnels with his new friends (Joe is the ferret equivalent of a "good ol' boy".) Bear came out, looked around, turned and dove back under the blankets and hid. He stayed there quivering the whole time. I never could get him to come out and play. Miesa (the princess) spent the whole time screaming at the other fuzzies. She went under a cardboard box and hissed and screamed at everyone. She did sit in my lap and Judy's lap for a brief while whining and fussing. She REALLY waats to be an only ferret (even though never in her life has she been one!). One boy in particular (Jeffry) seemed to be quite smitten with her. He sat on top of the box and peered at her between his feet. The more she fussed, the more intrigued he was. He followed her around like a little lost puppy the whole time. It was adorable and obviously love, true love. Meanwhile, Joe had latched onto a particular little mutt boy. Ringo was his name and he was a little bulldog, short and stout and solid. Judy warned me that he had biting issues and to prove her true, he promptly latched onto my hand, heading for bone. I gently pried him off and he waddled off with Joe again. He too was adorable. How were we to pick? Well, we didn't, of course! BOTH came home with us. I had always said four was my limit and here we were with five! And now we are years later. All five are still with me, in varying shades of health. Miesa still screams at all the boys, but I find her curled up with Jeffry all the time. Bear has decided that they are all okay and has quit hiding. He chases them around the house in a continuous game of tag. Joe still loves the world. Jeffry is a sweetie and a half, still in love with Miesa. He is the funniest little serious guy with moments of wild exuberance. Ringo still bites, but only when he's having so much fun he forgets. When I yell "Ouch" he frantically starts licking and kissing, as if to say " Ohhh, I forgot. I'm so sorry. Let me make it better." He is a cuddle muffin, always wanting snuggles and scratches. Again, I am so blessed by the gifts of these guys. Thanks again to the shelter for bringing them my way. (Sadly, Cloud Nine has since closed. Judy and her husband retired and are living the life of the happy retiree. They are Florida snowbirds now and RVing about the country. I am completely jealous, of course! I wave at her exit every time I drive by and think of Cloud Nine fondly.) Thanks for the great story about Sean and Rocky. I LOVE the Sean and Rocky stories! What sweet kids- two legged and four legged! Anne (and the family- Miesa, Joe, Bear, Jeffry and Ringo) [Posted in FML issue 4520]