The limp dish rag of fur that had to be syringe fed small amounts of Bob Church chicken soup every two hours by myself and a neighbor has come of age. She is learning how to scruff, and it is just sure to bring a laugh to the lips just to observe her attempts to be a big girl. She leaps on the backs of her much bigger "brothers" and tries to scruff them with her mosquito teeth. The big lugs don't know what to do. They know she is a baby somehow. So they try to roll over and hold her between their paws to get away from the baby scruffer. They try and and ignore her. They try and move while she rides their back..wildy wiggling her head back and forth...probably thinking she is a force to be reckoned with. :-) Daisy gently scruffs the little fire brand, then looks confused as to what to do next.. Then they run through the tube with the baby in persuit, and the riot of having a baby in the house begins. It is a mad house, bedlam, and an utter mess here. The older sedate ferrets are wild again. Mommy has a new toy for us to play with! I picked her up this morning for my pleasurable morning minute of holdiing her teensy but growing body curled up in my hand...just curled up there looking at me with those dark purple trusting eyes. I kiss her good morning, and once again will enjoy that tranquil but rushing joy of just staring at the baby fur of such unusual pattern and pretty color. I will feast my eyes on the big silly/cute head on the totally relaxed baby body. She is like a fawn. I will stare into those limpid pools of deep purple that seem to say that she has come to totally trust me. She squirmed like a monkey, practically flew out of my hands, and scruffed my fingers...opening her mouth and gently play biting my fingers! When I held her up laughing to tell her how silly she was... my weak and helpless baby of just a week ago? the placid mellow baby scruffed my chin! I am watching a baby ferret learn to scruff!! As you may recall, Mini-Me is visibly upset around these baby females. I would never have taken them if had not been urgent. The opossum/ferret was close to death. SO...Wish us luck.Though I would miss them very much, I am hoping we may have found a good home for the kissy, cuddly hopping Red Headed ferret baby and the wee one that is right now tearing around the room, through tubes, wrapping paper, and a crinkly paper bag. . [Posted in FML issue 4658]