Robin of Ferret First Shelter in the DC area sent me some coupons for kibble feed but also some neat other sample food treat items as well as some toys. Pester so far had turned her nose up at all the kibble, but that is not unusual. Just today she has found the kibble she turned her nose up at is quite good and she is chowing it down big time. She really loves the toys. Peekaboo will eat anything I give her. She is just so trusting, some day will give her a SweeTart candy to see if it wrinkles her lips. Ha! Robin has done so much for me, such a kind and generous person. If not for her I would not have these great beasts to play with. As you may remember, these two were in the SPCA in West Virginia and had been there about a year. The SPCA needed room and these guys were not being adopted so they were going to be killed to make room. Robin arranged for someone to get them and meet her where she bowls. Robin then brought them to her shelter for a week or so where another person got them to bring them to Fredericksburg where I drove up to get them. They have been here ever since. It took me a bit to find a name for one, Peekaboo was aptly named almost instantly. She is blind and deaf. She was trying to figure out her surroundings and would 'periscope' her head up peeking as best she could to learn what was going on around her. She doesn't do that now where she has learned what her home is all about. Pester on the other hand was a trial. And typical fert form she is a trial all by herself. She pesters the living c**p out of Peekaboo not leaving her alone for an instant. Have had to break it up at times but they now get along better, but not a good solid bond. So Pester was the most appropriate name for her and it stuck. Peekaboo searches me out where she has deeply bonded to me and Pester just plays in war dance on claw tips dancing, racing about, and just being a wild and crazy fert. Being very different is kind of refreshing and entertaining. I have bonded to each in kind. Last year was the very worst year I ever had, that includes those years in the Viet Nam war. I was cut from two jobs, lost a father in law, a 35 year long friend to cancer, RePete, fridge, and worst of all my mother died after a brief term with Melanoma cancer. That is a brief of just the worst of what happened. These two animals took the edge off for me, gave me company and something to take my mind off all the junk that has happened to me. The empty cage, 6 foot high, 4 feet wide, 2 feet deep with 7 floors and a balcony was just begging for a warm fuzzy to move in and Robin helped fill that gap. Thank you Robin for all you have done for me. Is most deeply appreciated. The package was addressed to Peekaboo and Pester! Ha! And it got here ! Now to go dip those darn things in hot tar and sawdust. Gordon, Peekaboo and Pester (deeply grieving Byte-me and all the others now past) Aarrow-Ranch Aviation Mechanicsville, Virginia, 23111 USA [Posted in FML 6070]