Here ye, here ye ... I'm opening up the first meeting for survivors of the ferret communities own Renee Downs. Those of you who have lived through this catagory 5 storm in the past or who are currently enduring the blizzard/noreaster she has become have a safe place to come. To recover. To heal. This group is open to everybody regardless of creed, race, religion, sex or species. I hope those of you who join feel comfortable enough to participate. I will act as faciliator. Unless BIG wants to take that job. For now, it will be me, because BIG is now currently being victomized himself. I've never run a support group. And I've only been to one. So I'm new at this. I hope you will be patient. Think of this as a circle of friends, all equals, supporting each other in recovery or even while being affected. I'll start off with saying, that I fear I've become an addict. I found out the hurricane converted to a blizzard and so therefore the cold winds are taking her accross the midwest and up north ... not south. So I will be missing her this Christmas. Shouldn't I be relieved? Shouldn't I be grateful that I dont' have to set out clean towels, a glass of water, or encourage her to read my most excellent Ferrets magazine articles? I won't have any more scars from battling with her to stay on my page and not go to Alex's. I mean, shouldn't I be happy that I won't have all of the debris to enjoy, er clean up after she is gone? I wont' have to rock and console my ferrets who are left shivering and tic'ing from the ravages of her hooligan crowd of wayward weasels. They don't have uh, the best of manners? They miss the pans so it's hard for my guys to dance, who aren't very talented to begin with I must say. Putting obstacles about the room does not teach them to be more coodinated and like her twinkle toes. My guys have to watch in horror as her bunch climbs sinks and toilets in the bathroom and opens .. gasp, "the door". The "noits'abadferret door". Everyone here knows it's full of terrible things such as toothbrushes, floss, old bath toys, combs and shampoo. My ferrets know that Mommy says if you move them, a monster will come out of the drain and eat our faces off. It takes my precious angels days to recover from having goodies shoved in their faces by Renee. My birds will be grateful to not have to sit in the middle of a crumb mess and make believe they like eating seaweed with her in order to act like good hosts. Sean will be able to play his Wii in peace. What is wrong with me?! I'm sick I tell you, sick, sick, sick. So, I, Wolfy look to my peers during this crisis. I really do hope others join ... others that might be ashamed and afraid to "come out" and those who have lost hope in being able to recover from one of her visits. [BIG's note: How could I join a Hurricane Renee survivor's group if I probably won't suvive? BIG] [Posted in FML 5821]