Ferret dolls, babies, jinglies, squeakies, you name it, my kids have it all. Some play with them, some attack when one is squeaked but only one hordes them and treats them as babies. Ruby. Ruby is 1.5 years old, deaf and small, but she can carry a large stuffed teddy better than a five year old hoomin child. Every year Petco and PetSmart mark down their Christmas toys to 25% or less of the original cost. That's when I hit the store. I'll walk out having spent $20.00 and gotten 30+ of these little toys for the kids. I bring them home, go to the ferret room, sit on the floor as Ruby stands there quivering with excitement. Each one is checked out for anything dangerous, then the plastic tag clipped off and it's handed to Ruby, who promptly snatches it and runs off to some hideyhole for later evacuation to their new home. Sometime in the middle of the night, she chooses which are her newest favorites and they get transported to the top level of the cage that's covered by a sheet. But they don't stay there. The next day when I lift the room barrier and let the fuzzies out to play in my office and hallway, Ruby will run to the top of the cage, grab a baby, run down all four levels, across her room, across the hall, defending her baby from those lurking, waiting to pounce. She runs under my file cabinet to the back, crawls up the back of the drawer and deposits her baby in the files she's shredded. She'll repeat this until all the babies have been brought to the filing cabinet. The next day she does the exact opposite, she returns them all to the top level of the cage. Leslie [Posted in FML issue 5193]