OK, I'm going to brag-- yesterday I was cleaning the bathroom and had taken everything out to wash the floor. This meant that the litterbox was in the middle of the hallway, a good two feet from the nearest corner. Cully woke up and came trotting into the bathroom (the floor was dry, don't worry), and I thought, oh well, there goes the clean floor. But no! Mr. Cully went to the litterbox corner, sniffed it, went back into the hallway, found the litterbox, and used it!!! What a wonderful ferret,even if he is a bit bitey yet! (and before you all start hating me-- Amelia is one of those "litterboxes are for pooping next to" ferrets, so my house looks like the rest of yours). Tail wagging: both my ferrets have always been tail waggers inside tunnels, that fast floppy sort of tail wagging. But I saw a new sort of tail wag on Saturday. I had Amelia out for a walk, and after she caught some scent or another she went all puffy. She was swinging her bottle brush tail around like a cat, but in slow motion, curling and uncurling the end of her tail. Strange! Regina (this Rachel Lamb dinner is sounding better and better...) Cully (king of the litterbox) Amelia (all them strange-smelling things better watch out for me) [Posted in FML issue 1590]