Daisy came to live with me, my wife, and my 12-year-old daughter last June at the age of about a couple of months; and while my wife was not at all happy about a ferret moving in while she was in the hospital, they quickly accepted each other. Since her arrival, Daisy has had free run of my daughter's bedroom, and has become box-trained quite well. She has always gotten along just fine with our German shepherd, and our eleven-year-old cat tolerates her--barely. My daughter and I decided that it was about time for Daisy to have a roommate, so after some secret planning, baby Zeke came home today. Once again, my SO was none too pleased; but as I predicted, her reaction was much LESS negative on the addition of a second ferret than it was when the first one came. I read almost everything that I could find about introducing a new, younger ferret to an established one, and prepared for scruffing, hissing, screaming, dragging, and general unpleasantness for at least a couple of days. But hey--it's been about six hours now, and there's been a lot of sniffing, but Daisy seems to have accepted Zeke as an adopted brother! Twice this evening, I went into the room and found the two of them emerging from the same opening under a stack of dirty laundry (one of Daisy's sanctuaries), Zeke carrying one of Daisy's sponge balls, and no incidents! Is the worst yet to come? Or did we just get really lucky? [Posted in FML issue 1510]