Know what my favorite thing is about ferrets being domesticated? They seem to consider it totally normal to be bonded to a huge furless being. Mikette likes to join me in the morning before my alarm goes off. I hear her trying to get up (in vain) onto the bed and bring her up. She goes between the comforter and the blankets, find me, pushes and digs in as close as she can get, then curls up against my stomach. This little warm ball of fuzzie - pure joy. But it amazes me. A two pound, furry (well, not quite so furry anymore) being seeking out a, ahem, a hundred-plus pound, furless being as a naturally accepted companion. Risa PS Pure joy is not finding their poop (yet again) on my rug, or spending thousands in vet dollars still not diagnosing what wrong. But whatever, I'll take it. Like they say, you have to accept happiness, in whatever shape or form in comes. In this case, it comes as stinky little poopy beings!! [Posted in FML issue 4843]