You all wanted to hear about McKay babies, so this is for those people. In the group, we had two sable huge, huge stinky hobs. They had powerful .. jaws. Thank goodness they only used them when they were scared. Scared was if you came to them suddenly, put your hand in the cage, or did anything other than love them. All of the babies did not tolerate hands in the cage. This fascinated me. Part of it, I"m sure was for territorial reasons, lack of socialization, and just plain trauma from their lives in the past few weeks. They are just now understanding they were "saved". But I really think there was more to it. You see, once they come to you on their own out of their cages, most of them didn't bite unless, like I said, you startled them. They were very loving. You could tell that genetically, they had a very gentle disposition. This is my theory and it's not a pretty one. These kids lived in open wire cages with large holes. Feral cats, mink, and other wild animals were always at them. So, I'd imagine that it would become a reflex and necessary for survival or them to fend off any little living thing that tried to poke in their cage. If they bit for only the other reasons? They'd bite a heck of a lot more outside the cage. But I'm not a rescuer, so "I don't know". (Shut up Robin). Anyway, the sable boys were brothers that looked a like. The one was much calmer emotionally than the other. While doing his nails, my son showed us that he had black teeth. I never saw black teeth. Black teeth are dead teeth. How did that happen? The one we saw, had ground down fangs and front teeth. Evendently from going crazy to get out and trying to get out he was chewing the wires and opened up those teeth to infection, etc. The brothers were bonded and were very cute together. They were big. Did I say they were big? One tore into Renee when she tried to look at their teeth making a wound that would send me to the ER and she said, "ouch". Taped it up with gauze. Packing tape is useful for more than just packages I learned. One female, looked exactly like a black footed ferret, except for having a long face. She was pure siamese including the perfect black line going up her tummy. She was skittish, but nice. A nice home would change her forever and ever, I could tell. I forget her name. So I call her "Skittish". Then we had a wild bunch. Female of course. Females are trouble when they run in packs. They were all white or light colored interestingly. There were four or five of them. I did not go near them without gloves. Then there was Psycho Babble. This dark silver was hooded and looked like a mouse because of her teensy eyes. I have never met a ferret like this. This ... was a cool ferret. She was insane. Like Alex. Just kidding. When you put her down, she'd dance. And not stop. We had her out for hours, just waiting for her to stop. Other ones ran around for like 30-60 min before they'd wear down for the night. Not Psycho girl. Omg, the hours ticked and she never stopped. Jumping, thrashing, he-he'ing, tackling, and I mean nonstop. So much fun. When you got her to calm down a tad, you could hold her fine. Very nice. But if you tried to play with her, or if you approached her while she danced, you got bit, shook and told "no, I"m busy dancing" in ferret language. Whoever gets that girl, is going to get a FUN ferret. There were cinnamon sisters that looked like twins. I enjoyed watching them. I also enjoyed Miss Helen. I have no idea how old Miss Helen is because she was hagard looking, blind, has only half a tail, and incontinent ... because she was bred to near death. Literally. Her uterus is said to be larger than some cats. She is now spayed of course, is in her own carrier with her own comforts all to herself for the very first time in her entire life. I loved her. I wish I had extra money for her care and more importantly lots of time for her retirement. All babies danced and you'll be happy to know GRATEFUL. They all want something of their own! Including names. One baby grabbed a specifica blanket from out of the cage when they already had blankets and pulled it in and slept on it. That baby now owns that blanket. A boy likes Rikki Tikki toys only. You throw one, he tackles it, plays with it, then lays on top of it watching everyone and guarding it. All of the Tikki toys are now his. It was amazing, how each of their pesonalities were so drastically different and how they were so quick to pick things for themselves then treasure them. It made me cry at night. They all eat like little piggies. I mean, many were not emaciated when they were rescued. But I suppose they are so used to food getting spoiled in the heat and frozen up in the cold, they eat fast and hard when they get it fresh. I now have in my possesion, a tiny, very elegant looking, almost frail albino girl named Jillian. She enjoys just being held. However, she will bite you if she is taken off guard because of something. But you know what? She stops herself. After she bites, she immediately releases and looks around like she's sorry as she realizes she is safe. She is going to need TLC, calmness, and lots of security and I"m sure she'll be terrific. Karen D? Congrats. You are so lucky. Wolfy [Posted in FML 5798]