Maybe she hasn't poofed because she's now comfortable for the first time. I had Dweasel, a guy who was born in a research lab from a Marshall mom that somehow got thru the horrid Marshal assembly line whole. No one in the research lab in Md. knew she was pregnant until they arrived one am to find two baby boys and the new teenage mom. Of course the lab kept both little boys, altered them but the local vet DID NOT and would not take out their anal glands. I adopted poor Dweasel when he was three years old - lived his whole life in a cage and they would anesthetize him and test human preemie intubation equipment on him, and others. He didn't know freedom, toys, blankets, soft things, anything. My poor, loving, sweet Dweasey. Now I'm crying. He lived with us, happy, free, all the soft, clean things, walking outside on his leash, car rides, for the rest of his too short life until his death last at age seven plus Oct. 12 of cardiomyopathy, insulinoma and adrenal disease. He lost the use of his hind legs but did fine in his wheelchair. Anyway, my point is that he never, ever poofed. Not even when my friend came around a corner in the kitchen and was seriously startled by Dweasey and Dweasey - also seriously startled - let out a ferret scream like only startled ferrets can. It was heard two counties over. Maybe Pivot just doesn't need to try and clear out her anals anymore. Lorraine Lordi [Posted in FML 8138]