I lost Nibble-ed about 4 years ago. She lived a reasonably long life, was a store bought Marshall Farms fert, one of two I ever bought. Nib was by far the most intelligent ferret I ever saw. She learned how to get up onto the kitchen counters, inside closed dresser drawers from the back, how to get onto the fireplace mantel and other places I wish she never went to, but she did! If Nib wanted to get there, quite simply she would. One day I was searching for her and could not find her anywhere. No place where she would haunt had even a single sign she was there. Under the couch she would get to a towel and wrap that around her so it looked like a pizza dough rising on the floor. Was amazing how she did that, alone! I then found her watching me from inside one of the three huge cages I made and this one was for sale. She was quietly resting in a hammy calmly watching me like a fox or the Cheshire cat. But all the doors were shut and latched! There were NO holes anywhere for her to get into! And if there was an open door, ferrets are not good at closing them behind them after entry or exit, so how did that little smart fanny get in there !!!!! It came to me the 'J' feeder was the only avenue. For sure, she climbed up the outside of the cage, got inside the top of that 'J' feeder and wiggled her way in. Pretty clever I say! Now, today I played with my beasts a bit and went about my work. Going inside there was Pester to greet me, but wait! I had her INSIDE the cage and shut the door! How did this happen? I put Pester back in the cage and check all the many doors, none were compromised. This confused me. But I just sluffed it off and went on with my yard work. Upon returning, there was Pester waiting for me, AGAIN !!!! The 'J' feeder was near empty, I let that get down so they eat every last morsel and then wash it. It was nearly to that point for wash. I checked all the doors, all 7 floors have at least 2 doors per floor, but all were shut and latched. The only thing had to be the 'J' feeder. I stood back and watched for a bit. Sure enough, I saw this furry fuzz head pop out of the top of that 'J' feeder. LIB !!!! CMEDBDI's ?? (that is West Virginian for..."Well! I'll Be!!! See them itty bitty eyes??? ") . Pester having emptied the last morsel out of the 'J' feeder had slithered into the bottom and went backwards from what Nib did. She got to the top and flopped out to the floor. Smart little #^&()$ !!!!! All I could do is laugh and admire her persistence to get out. Good job! But DON'T DO THAT AGAIN !!!!! Ha! So filling the 'J' feeder is a must from now on. Amazing. Peekaboo is not prone to that kind of act where she can't see so is short of tools to think with. She runs into walls, chair legs, my legs, all kinds of things. But is a sweet loveable little creature. Love them both. Glad to have them! Gordon, Peekaboo and Pester Rev. J. Gordon Bengtson Aarrow Ranch Aviation Mechanicsville, Virginia 23111 [Posted in FML 5804]