I know exactly how you feel! Back in '86, Mickey walked right out the door with me (of course, I didn't see him do this). When I couldn't find him, I figured he was just sleeping somewhere, but when I went to mail a letter, my neighbor said he had seen a ferret running down the street earlier in the morning. I FREAKED! I went all over the neighborhood, I couldn't eat anything, I cried hysterically. That was a Thursday. On Saturday, I saw an ad in the paper for a found ferret. I couldn't get over there fast enough. Mickey had crossed 2 side streets, a major highway, and was found in a garage. They also were feeding him dog food! I prayed all day to St. Francis thanking him for getting my Mickey back home safely! Debbie Riccio WNYFLFA Rochester, NY [Posted in FML issue 1585]