Oh boy, I have to think way way back for this. I couldn't have been more than 13 years old when I saw my first ferret. He was a sable male named Budweiser. My neighbor was owned by him. I remember seeing her bring him outside on a leash and harness and thought "WoW, what a cool looking pet". My ferret obsession began then although my mother wouldn't let me have one. I began researching ferrets at that point. When I was around 19-20yrs old, my younger brother had taken in a ferret from a friend of his that was having construction done at his house. She was an Albino girl up there in age, probably around 7 at that time. She was only supossed to be with us temporaily. Well, once I had learned what this poor sweet little angel of a ferret had been through with an irrespponsible teenage boy caring for her, I had convinced my mother to let me keep her. Trust me, if I would tell you the stories that I had heard which involved a hammock and ceiling fans, and this poor girl having been in a room with an extremely "high" teenager and his friends, You would have done the same thing I did. Well, after letting this little white snoozing bundle of fluff sleep, I decided to let her out to run around the room. Well OMG, you'd think she was being shocked of something the way she acted, I had never seen this before and yelled for my brother. As I sat there and watched this insane creature throw her body in all directions and make these weird noises and pounce on anything that moved, I started to laugh. What an odd way to express happiness. Bath time with Dee Dee was a real treat to watch. I now call it the 3 stage bath time, even with my 3 ferrets I have now. It is the Wash, Towel Dry and Fluff Cycles. Dee Dee loved her bath time. She loved to swim in the tub and chase the soap. but the best part of it was watching her fluff. Oh My, what a site that was to watch. This was like watching the Dance of Joy, Weasal war Dance and Dooks, Hee hee's all combined. She chattered and yelled like you were her worst enemy at that point. But once that was done, she curled up with you and made it all worth while. Sadly, Dee Dee went to the Bridge in 2001. She lived a great life and passed from Adreanal at the nice old age of 12. Although her last days were spent with my brother and his girlfriend, due to the fact that we had a horrific house fire and I could not take her with me at the time, when she had started to get sick, my brother consulted me and I told him that in her old age, lets keep her comfortable till her time is done. She passed within days after that conversation. Dee Dee had taught me so much about these little firecracker furballs that I am and will always be owned by them. I pass her legacy on with my husband and our 3 fuzzys now, Lucifer, Kyba and our Deafy Shea, who looks just like Dee Dee only fatter. Whenever my 3 Dook, hee hee, war dance or dance of Joy, I sit back and laugh now and remember Dee Dee and what she has taught me about these wonderful little creatures that steal my shoes, socks and my heart each and everyday. Sandy, Rob and the Terrible Trio of Lucfier, Kyba and Shea [Posted in FML issue 5056]