Hi, all. Back to work. Two ferrets crossed the Bridge from the same home at nearly the same time, and is so often the case, one waited halfway across the Bridge for the other to catch up. That is why I heard the patter of eight feet crossing the Bridge. I looked up, and I saw Skatter and Bianca, stretching their necks out to pick up this worlds smells, their whiskers alert and questioning. Skatter, I knew, had come to his Hoomin Linda's shelter after leaving a bad home, where he was fed rabbit food. (Never tried it myself, I hear it is *terrible*!) Bianca came to the shelter with many health problems. Of course now, there is no way that you would ever guess that she, too had once been blind like Grandmother, and hairless, too! Bianca's eyes are deep and dark and have spirit in them. Her coat is lush, and very, very soft, especially beneath the chin! Skatter, Bianca and I decided to check out some possible homes for them, so we strapped on our wings and tilted them into the lofting breeze just right. We lifted off one by one, and became part of the sky. We flew over fields of long grass and wildflowers until we came to the Plain of Sofas. There, we settled down carefully. (Well, Skatter sort of *thumped* down, but he wasn't hurt.) We stashed our wings beneath a red tufted chenille recliner with side pockets on the arms for the TV Guide, and trotted around, exploring. We saw many makes and models and fabrics. The one that really caught their eye was a low-slung black leather model. With the proper modifications (stuffing ripped out of the bottom, leather chewed, etc.) it really had possibilities. Imagine our surprise as we climbed up and onto it when a little head popped out of a nearly invisible hole between the seat cushions! It was Isabelle, a little girl that I had Greeted not too long ago. Actually, I had been meaning to check in on her and see how she was doing, as she was a singleton-no Business, no Brothers or Sisters in Fur. "Good morning, Sandee!" she said. "Who are your friends?" she said, sniffing politely. Well, once I could breathe again (Skatter fell over backwards, just as well he couldn't poof!)I introduced everybody. We apologized for tresspassing, but Isabelle's sofa looked so intact that it wasn't clear that it was occupied. Then she did a really nice thing! She invited Skatter and Bianca to share it with her, and they agreed. An excellent solution! Was it truly an enormous sofa, as Isabelle said? Well, no. It was a fairly compact little Italian number. It was enormous, though, if you lived all alone in it, and I think that Skatter and Bianca understood that. They had both been through a lot before they had gotten to good homes. Isabelle had a good home with good Hoomins, but she didn't have anybody up here, as I said. Well, she does, now. As I left them, they were happily tearing the stiching out of the left arm from the inside. It's good to have friends. Sandee [Posted in FML issue 4606]