Picture this, a happy cooking sound comes from the kitchen. Ah, you think, spying the wok, Chinese food. But you would be wrong. Instead in the wok is ground turkey being cooked. The hood vent is on full blast in hopes of containing the rather nauseating smell to the kitchen. I stand, wooden spatula in hand, surrounded by the Matlick Pride - Ghost, Freyr & Seti - who plaintively mew and twine around my ankles. After the dreaded mixture is cooked, it is transferred to the Kitchen Aid food processor. Yes, nothing but the best for my girls. The transfer is accompanied by squeals of pain from me as hot, melted turkey fat splashed onto my bare arms, and even more urgent squeals from the Pride. I puree the nasty mess of turkey to a fine goo. Next into the Kitchen Aid goes ferret kibble, which has been soaked in boiled water in order to make it mushy. Are you getting hungry yet? There is more! Opening the top I pour in a liberal amount of ferret tone and continue to emulsify. Wow, I now wish we had an industrial strength hood over our entire kitchen counter. One more ingredient. Opening the lid again, this time with my face averted to prevent the steam treatment I crack two eggs in and again start the blades whirring. Satisfied that the girls' homemade goo is now ready, I shuffle to the sink, again trailed by the Pride who have now decided that perhaps they should take things into their own paws and inspect from the counter tops. Shouting, flailing my foot and spatula, I dissuade the Pride.for now. Getting out the special small square dishes purchased from the Pampered Chef specifically for the girls (no, they are not spoiled) I pour out two portions of the goo. The rest is sealed in a contained and put, much to the dismay of the Pride, into the refrigerator. I set Dubs' dish in her tent, wake her up, plop her in front of the goo and close the flap. Freyr is brazen enough to eat the goo while Dubs is eating if it is accessible. Traipsing up to the ferret room, I dispense this lovely appetizer to the Evil Twins. The cats fear Arcas, so the Pride resists the urge to invade the ferret room. Back downstairs I find two members of the Pride IN the sink licking the spoon which I used to dispense said goo. Well at least they weren't trying to lick the wok. www.hotspur.us/bacca Ferrets - Costuming - Red Hats [Posted in FML issue 4906]