Last evening when I got home as usual I let the bullies out of their cages and picked up Dante to give him hugs and kisses. I was holding him in my arms, cradled laying on his back, front paws neatly laying on the sides of his belly. I reached down to kiss the tip of his nose and he nipped my lip. I squealed and his body held as still as a board as his head recoiled back pressing as deeply as it could into my arm, eyes as big as a full moon. Obviously he had forgotten himself for a moment and then realized what he had done. As I reached up to feel the warm moistness of pooling blood on my lip, the look on his face was priceless! I quietly scolded him and put him down as I headed to the bathroom mirror to view the damage. A small slice, more painful than damaged. Dante was not to be seen for a couple hours after that and then he finally slinked out and looked cautiously at me. I held strong and as I had scolded there were no more kisses for this boy that night. hmph. tle www.ferretfamilyservices.org [Posted in FML 5777]