Between fending off political robot phone calls for votes I took the ferrets out of the cage to let them loose on the back porch for a romp. They loved that but both wanted 'IN' to go tunnel into the furniture which I refuse to let them do. So their being out of the cage I took that opportunity to remove the poop papers off the rugs they are supposed to play on and empty the litter pan they refuse to use. Pester will but Peekaboo uses any corner that is convenient. So I vacuumed the house and then the cage to replace the papers on the floor. Of course I had to go empty the Rainbow out the window and dispose some other junque out that window (a second floor window over a walk out cellar). Every time I would go to the porch I had to open the sliding glass doors in the kitchen to get to the porch. And that made me feel like a Japanese Admiral on a world war supply ship in the Luzon straights where Pester would see me coming no matter where she was and would come straight to me like a fur jacketed WWII torpedo. Had to laugh. she never misses a trick, not once! Peekaboo keeps pulling water out of the constant feed water tray to the cage floor and then all but stands on her head in the puddle. She soaks the whole top of her tiny noggin daily like that. Is winter and cooling off so to help keep her dry I sprayed her down with WD-40 hoping that will ward off water to keep her from catching pneumonia. Now she is out on the porch lubricating the floor so I will trip and fall! Ha! Smart little creature, but I have hob nailed boots that will foil that one. So is another day in the land of TV Vote For Me ads in a nation floundering in self inflicted economic disaster. At least I will have a dry ferret! Gordon. Peekaboo and Pester. Rev. J Gordon Bengtson Aarrow-Ranch Aviation Mechanicsville, Virginia 23111 [Posted in FML 6144]