This is tale that many will be familiar with. Your home is a peaceful land of ferrettyness. Your snuggly cuddle buttons are middle aged, pot plants and house hold items are left unmolested. You never even both to check in at the pet shop "just to have a look" at the babies, because everything is so perfect in ferret land. But then quite by accident you notice some scruffy, flea ridden, wobbly creature hidden in a corner or some disreputable establishment with a big sign saying CAUTION I BITE! and it stares at you with its little face and jumps up and down on its little legs and you start to think what becomes of such as ferret, and suddenly your entire life is thrown into total disarray. Your peaceful little creatures turn into territorial tyrants! There is hissing, snapping and the production of such terrible stench that my little angels may well be in contravention of the UN convention on chemical weapons. I have been though all this before of course, and I know that eventually everybody settles down, what's odd is how I seem to entirely forget how chaotic life becomes when a new little Creature arrives. Oh Well- at least that sign was wrong the "new one" does not to bite at all! [Posted in FML 6282]