Well, thank all the gods, I'm not the only one with a weasel that likes to drink through fabric of some kind. You've got one, too, Kimberly? Our T.D. (short for Total Disaster) had a drinking sock. It was an old white crew sock, the kind with the blue stripes around the top. He started by just pulling it partially over his head, playing blind man's buff until he'd hit the water bowl, then drinking through the sock. It escalated to crawling entirely inside and then worming his way across the floor to the water bowl and drinking. He loved that wretched sock; would try to do everything he could while in it. I once tossed it on a wicker chair to dry out; he found it, crawled inside, and tried to get down. Not the brightest idea, that. I looked up from reading in time to see an overstuffed white sausage with blue stripes fly end over end off the chair and land with a resounding thud that shook the floor--T.D. is a big boy. I finally had to take it away because he would leave it partially in the waterbowl where it would wick all the water out so no one else could drink. After a week or so he took to dragging an old red flannel sheet-blankie to the waterbowl and wrapping that around his head to drink. The blankie has since been stuffed into a sleeping box; it's lived there ever since--guess it's just too much trouble to get it out of the box. My SO would watch T.D. doing all this and just say, "Your ferret. YOUR ferret," in a he's-so-WEIRD tone of voice. Am I glad someone else has an odd weasel. <g> [Posted in FML issue 1506]