Hello all. Well it has been some time since I last posted and indeed some time since I last read the FML as I have not often had the internet available to me. This I can now change for a while so hello again. If those at the bridge could keep an eye out for an old albino coming your way. After a long battle with cancer Lector, my longest lived weasel died in my armes at 03:35 while the remaining two, Priss and Brandy, watched on clearly aware of the situation. Of all the weasels I have had and of all the weasels I have met Lector had the most character, the sweetest heart and the most roller-coaster life. My only sadness - not being able to take away the pain quicker in the last few hours. So off he skips, no longer the skinny shell he left behind. Off to find ferretone and a mountain of skinny tea spoons to steal. Come the winter (he loved snow) I am sure he will find a roaring log stove to sleep in front of. Layed flat on his back with his paws in the air getting his fur so hot you could not touch him comfortably. Try moving him somewhere cooler and he would move straight back and put on the most annoyed of expressions at having had his slumber disturbed. Hugs to all fuzzies and their humans. W. [Posted in FML issue 5237]