to speak up. [As received. BIG] On Wednesday, I got my first very own fuzzy (I have taken care of many people's ferret's but had never gotten one of my own). She is a three and a half year old sable and her name is Gumbi. I adopted her from Pam Grant who runs a shelter near to where I live. I decided to adopt because after reading so so much about all these babies who need homes - how could I ignore that! Eventhough I first had my reservations about getting an adult ferret (I was mostly worried about previously obtained "bad" habits), tonight as I look over at my new bundle of joy curled up sleeping I wonder how I could have even considered getting any other ferret, no matter how tempting or cute they were. I have a question for anyone who is still reading this enourmously (sorry!) letter, Gumbi is so tiny - Any suggestions on fattening her up? She's not built or anything - Could it just be that she's "petite"? Or could it have anything to do with the adrenal surgery she had in august? Any comments, please let me know. Before ending this letter, I suggest we all give a salute, or a good pat on the back will do, to all those who run or help maintain our shelters. They put in hours and hours of work. It really takes dedication and a great love of ferrets. Ya'll do a GREAT job! Keep up the good work! Well, I've had my say (yes, lengthy it was) so I guess I'll go now. Bye. Angela Gumbi (the new hyperactive fuzzball of the house) my three hamsters (Big Momma, Big Daddy, and Itsy Baby) oh, and my husband Todd My condolences to all who have sick fuzzies and to those who have passed over the Rainbow Bridge (including Racy - I'm so sorry!) I'll make sure to say a prayer for everyone. [Posted in FML issue 1365]