Dear Ferret Folks- I am a hoomin. Top of the food chain. Opposable thumbs. Binocular color vision. Oh, wait....not today. Today I had my eyes tested for my very first pair of dedicated reading glasses. The very nice optometrist looked into my eyes with all sorts of complicated gadgets, put in eye drops, and used more gadgets. By the time she was done I couldn't focus on a danged thing. My sister had to come with me to drive me home. (This was planned ahead of time.) They gave me a really clunky pair of sun glasses to wear home that looked like something Ray Charles would have *thrown out* for being ugly. I needed them. Light hurt. The world was a blur. Well, I got home, my sister left. I could hear Todd scratching at his cage door to be let out. I am a friend to weasels. I let him out. I could *hear* him do his regular daytime romp and stomp. I let him play a good long time. I could hear his little claws on the kitchen linoleum. I could hear the soft padding of his paws across the living room rug. Todd himself, though, was just a dark blur down by the floor. I could tell where he was when he was moving, but not when he was still. So Todd decided to be veeeeery still. For a long time. As in, Todd somehow figured out that he was FREE! I couldn't catch him. He was right. I couldn't. I searched shelves with my hands, looking for a squeakie. I looked like someone trying to read a china hutch with Braile. Plate...cup...bowl...saucer....but no squeakie. Todd, just to be a little &)*)+!!!! walked half a step behind me, very quietly. When I whirled to find him, I only saw shadows. And heard him run. I could almost hear him gloat. I knew that his whiskers were lifted in a mustelid grin, litle fangs showing. Just knew it. Oh....that little...you know. We played this game for about fifteen minutes before he finally slipped up. He had been getting his jollies by seeing how *close* he could get to the blind hoomin, and still be able to run away. Well, there is a reason this primate predator is at the top of the food chain. I can be *fast* when need be. And patient. He ran across my foot, and I *lifted*. Then, I had a cheapo mink wanna be draped over my instep, really wishing that he were somewhere else. The next thing he knew, I was feeling my way to the cage...I found it. HAH! Top of the food chain, buddy! With or without binocular color vision. Alexandra in Ma [Posted in FML 6311]