I'm almost embarrassed to admit this, but... Yesterday Cully was being a literal royal pain in the butt (and ankle, and knee, and whatever else he could reach). After much talking to, a nose flip, many laod no's, none of which were effective, I picked him up by the scruff of the neck with my teeth (supporting most of hiw weight with my hands though) and plunked him back in his cage with the door open. Did not see a whisker of him for hours-- he still bites me, but I think I made my point. If you can't beat 'em, join 'em. I think Cully ow wants to play with Amelia, who continues to hiss and screech like a monkey while they fight. I think she is still trying to prove territorial issues with him, but I can now see light at the end of the dryer hose. There is absolutely no way that they could travel in a cat carrier together for several hours before we travel though, so some lucky friend will get the privilege of ferret sitting! Regina, awoken by screaming in the headboard of the bed this morning Cully: nicknames Monster, Cullybeast, Fine Ferrety Fellow Amelia: you can nickname me "The Boss", mom [Posted in FML issue 1396]