This is a wonderful "demonstration" of the SND (sleeping not dead) phenomenon. The video is clear, the home looks great, the ferret is healthy and pampered, the owner is loving and explains everything throughout the video. It's very cute (the video of the ferret, not the guy ... well okay, maybe a little). Never have I seen such a dramatic example of dead ferret sleep. I noted that the ferret is a marked white. I'm guessing he/she may be deaf because of how profound the dead ferret sleep is. Especially since it's not a youngster. Deaf ferrets tend to pull the SND act throughout their lives and a bit more than hearing ferrets who tend to do it less as adults. As kits? Break out the defibrillator. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lCpcYbHPWKc The worst dead ferret sleep I ever saw happened with my husbands' deaf ferret Pong (brother of Ping). It was the first time my Scott ever saw it and it was the first time that I ever saw it to that degree. I will never forget it. Imagine a 200lb blue collar guy from Philly crying out through the house. "Love! Love! Oh nooo, oh my God what happened .... LOVE!" I came flying into the room to see my husband on his knees cradling his kit in his large paws and absolutely panicked. "Do something!!!" So I grabbed Pong who flopped over in my hand like a wet dish rag despite the yelling (we didn't know he was deaf yet) and all of the jostling about. I was stunned. I began to tickle him, then briskly rub him, and then pinch him. Nothing. It was so hard to recall what to do in an emergency like this because I looked up and saw tears welling up in hubby's eyes. My gut did a complete summersault then I felt a huge lump forming in my throat. I shouted to myself in my head, "must ... not .. look". I quickly put my husband out of sight and mind and returned my attention to Pong. I told Scott he was still breathing. So I shouted for him to quickly get our shoes and the car key's so we could make a mad dash to the vets. Oh yes, and the kids! Let's not forget the humans! Of course true to form, Sean started pulling his usual Rainman act. As we gathered him up to go, he screamed and flapped his hands. Then he did the all too famous dead drop on the floor that so many autistic kids do. The dreaded dead drop. What a mess. As usual Chet stood pitifully by feeling ever so helpless when Sean had meltdowns or crisis. Now I had TWO dead kids. Two dead kids, a crying husband, and a wide eyed, frozen Chet. You know, I honestly don't remember what happened next because I shut all of the chaos around me out of my mind. I was thinking only of Pong and getting out that door, into the Izuzu, and to the vets. The next memory I have is us leaving. Everyone was out of the door, getting into the car, and I was close behind. I don't remember when and where, but at some point before we made it to the vets, Pong revived. He picked his head up wearily and tried to pry his eyes open as he became conscious of the strange new smells and surroundings in the garage. I told everyone to stop and tried to figure out what was happening. Not only was he conscious but now he was sniffing madly and thrashing aboutin my hands to get down. I tried to grasp what in the hell, in the HELL... had happened. He had been ... asleep?! We couldn't even begin to wrap our minds around it. "What do you mean he was asleep? He's OKAY?!", hubby asked. Relieved, I grinned and replied, "Oh ... he was in a dead ferret sleep!" Still upset he could only hear part of what I was saying, "But I thought you said he wasn't dead ..." "No, sleeping not dead!" [Posted in FML 6467]