Ihat color is my ferret?" is the most frustrating game I've ever played - even beats "Eric's Solitaire Sampler". Silver is now, in her second year, changing from white back to silver. She has been solid white for a year - now the black guard hairs are coming back in. Karat is turning back into a silver mitt-she was a butterscotch for over a year. She's in her fourth year now. Latte seems the same-he's the baby-now almost identical with Karat. Katoe and Bandit, the two sables, are becoming Siamese - very different from the dark chocolates I see in the pet stores. Winnipeg, bless his misanthropic heart, is still a hodgepodge of colors, as any good Waardenburg's ferret should be, at 4 lbs the largest, given to unexpected hard biting right when you think he's over it (that biting stage) and, I'm sad to say, as time goes on, I have come to the realization that he is, indeed, stone deaf. You can't say "bad ferret" because he can't hear. I told my daughter he didn't mean to bite an ugly bruise on her leg when he crawled up her jeans-so she said,"Then why didn't he bite the cloth instead of the skin?" I had no retort-and put the ferret away for the day. 'Bye Karen P.S.Hope Kelleen gets a computer soon-I miss her! [Posted in FML issue 1326]