I laughed and laughed when I read your post. I had a date, ONCE, two years ago, and also had a ferret on meds. SOO, I could not go to dinner and a show, so I offered to cook dinner. That way, I would be here for the meds, then we could go. The man arrived early, I was still fixing dinner, and I decided to round up my ferrets. Not everyone is used to having ferrets under foot. I couldn't find Zeke. I had the potatoes all peeled, and cut small to be mashed. When I picked up my pot I cook my potatoes in, there he was, all curled up in the pan sleeping. OKAY - the pan is stainless steel, and easily cleaned, I explained he was trained to use the corners not the pots, and no matter what I said, he was not going to stay. I had to be there for Zeke's meds at 6p.m. so I could not leave. He left saying things were so unsanitary, why wasn't I sick, did I know where his feet, nose, and what ever had been??? Yep, I do, and that is more than you can say for the person that made your sandwich the last time you ate out. Dook dook dook. Dinner was good, I ate it myself, gave his share to the dogs. If you want to break up with your fellow, invite him to dinner, take a hair you are not using and throw it in the pot. Works every time. Call it date control. Marilyn [Posted in FML issue 4907]