You touched my heart with your Wipey Face post. I had one ferret, June's Angel, who always wiped her whiskers on my shirt front. I would get dressed to go to work, and feed them as my coffee was perking. I held her while she ate, then she would wipe her whiskers clean on my shirt, dress, blouse whatever front. I searched the antique shops for an apron like my grandmother wore, the one with the bib on top. Couldn't find one, so said the heck with it, I would wear an old shirt over my work clothes, then take it off. If she managed to get her face under the shirt, I was carrying her artwork to my job. Finally I just gave up and let my fellow workers wonder how I spilled my breakfast from left to right, when everyone else they knew spilled theirs from top to bottom. Kept them busy and free from gossip for a while. Marilyn [Posted in FML issue 5148]