Our human read all the books and tried all the boxes and things. Now all she does is put rubber mats in the corners for us. Of course, as soon as we can find a corner without one, we'll use it. See the smell draws us (supposedly) but it also after a while repels us. Our human, Margie, cries for all the losses of others of our breed. She still vividly remembers how (heaven only knows) I got out of the house last spring. It was raining and got cold, raind and got colder. I was found healthy. Some human wrote Absence makes the heart grow fonder. The rest of it goes..."for another ferret". To all the "IFers", please let them cross the rainbow bridge without the middle of life trailing behind. L IF e. If is the middle of life. You gave them all not asking anything in return. Thank you for caring Racocoa, Destinie, Little One, Fiesty [Posted in FML issue 1760]