More on the show I hadn't planned on taking my little darlings to the show more than one day, but yesterday morning there weren't many people there, so I brought all four again. They were naturally more tired, since I hadn't let them rest Saturday afternoon. But everything went just fine anyway, but I almost got worried once: Was it when a baby grabbed a fistful of Rustan's fur? No, of course he didn't bite. Was it when a little girl tried to steal him? Not exactly, since when you're three years old, you don't get very far, and she seemed to have the sense not to squeeze him when her dad tried to get her to give him back. It was when he showed an interest in the plastic tube a boy had up his nose and taped to his forehead I decided he should not be allowed to investigate the boy's face further, especially since the boy hardly even had marginal control of his own limbs. He couldn't speak either, but it was clear he liked having a ferret in his lap. Snow This night we had the winter's first (relatively) heavy snowfall, or almost enough to cover a ferret. Rustan and Carmen have never been in deep snow before, so I took them out this evening and they both totally loved it! Digging, plowing and jumping around -- but not for very long since their feet got cold. But Rustan liked it enough to want to go out on the lawn one more time, and who am I to refuse a ferret's wish? -- Urban Fredriksson [log in to unmask] [Posted in FML issue 1069]