Hi everybody! No sleep again last nite. Rex, my white albino, got upstairs when no one was watching and crawled into the attic for a nap. 10 hours later, I was awakened by my son, Doug, pounding the floor up there with a board trying to wake him up. Well, it woke ME up... After much pleading and begging, he finally woke up and emerged from his hiding place, covered in insulation fibers. Now it's bathtime, at 1:25 AM!! Okay, that's done, now he wants to dry himself off. Running around, rubbing his head and body on the carpet, so funny to watch him even if I was cranky. Fresh water, fill his food dish, and off to bed we go. We were worried he got outside somehow, it was around 10 degrees last nite here in NY. Would he have survived the evening if he had? Doug asked me this and I have no answer, anyone know? Now. a poem.... A Ferret's Ode to Lost Socks Sleek and slender, smart and swift, Two ferrets lurk, in search of stuff to lift. Darting in and out of shadows, they find Stuff to steal, Hope none's mine! Sniffing and searching, quickly they run, Sidewinding through the house, having fun! Plastic bags are favorite toys, Where's those earplugs, Damn! The noise! Lost your keys? You're out of luck. Under the couch, they might be tucked. Let's go look, see what's there. Move the couch, What a Pair! Keys, socks, cookies, more! They've opened their own ferret store. Those fuzzie fluffs, good thing they're cute! Or else I'd give them both the boot. But who can resist a sloppy kiss, Being owned by two ferrets, Enviable Bliss!!!! For the Rex-tr Ferret and Felicia, the EESH! Loves of my life!!! [Posted in FML issue 1100]