Dear FML'ers I took little Ivy to the Vet yesterday morning because she had developed an uneven growth, pink and black, on her front right leg. I will tell you now, it was only skin deep, and the Vet is not worried. She is spending a few days with Alicia incase she needs to make an emergency visit back, and she is in the best hands available on earth. Now I have heard you all say you are owned by your ferrets. Not me. Yesterday morning, like a good human, I packed a half gallon of well water, (325 feet down and the best) packed a three cup bottle of my soup, made the night before, packed her favorite strained turkey, Beechnut, (won't touch Gerbers), and she will not eat the chicken I cook. Then I made a batch of her ferretone and bovine colostrum, packed her kibble, (well you need something to play with, look at, and push around) packed her dishes, the blankets, sleep sacks, and a toy. I started the car five minutes early, put the air conditioner on, gas is only $2 49.9 per gallon, came out and strapped the carrier in the front seat belt. I put the radio on a classical station, (no rap for her) and away we went. I could put my hand in through the mesh, she sniffed my hand, knew I was near, and slept. I was cruising along, and I thought of my fellow FML people who work hard for their fuzzies. It was then that I realized, I am not owned by my ferrets, I'm staff!!! Marilyn [Posted in FML issue 4945]