Hi folks! This is Buddy. Trish is my human servant and I love her a whole bunch!! Trouble is my little sister, and I love her too. Of all the ferts here, I am the one who does most of the computer writing, and I have several email pals. I don't remember writing to this FML thing before, but maybe I just forgot. Trouble has a story to tell you all, but you would never be able to understand her spelling because she thinks wardancing on the keyboard is typing. So she is telling me this story and I am typing it for her (I was asleep when it happened so I wasn't there). My spelling is not too good but mom will correct it before I send this in. I hope you all like Trouble's story. Hey peoples!! This is Trouble. Trish is my human servant too, and she says she's posted stuff about me before so some of you may already have heard of me, I guess I am a famous fert!! Well, I just have to tell you the mean thing that mommy did to me tonight. I suppose it wasn't enough that I had a bath this week for no good reason. First, I need to explain the setting. Mom has moved all the ferts into the livingroom for the summer because it's where the air conditioner is and we can stay a little cooler in here. We all live in a land called Texas and boy is it hot here!!! Sam was eating the couch (he was trying to kill it mom says) so she had to take all the cushions off of it and hide them from Sam, so now it's just a wood frame thing. She has stacked some wire cages on the couch frame, it looks funny, but it works. Tonight I was out playing by myself (I'm special you know) and I got brave and climbed up on top of a tall wire cage on the couch. I like to climb cages and get up real high, then just stay up there and watch while mommy searches frantically on her hands and knees looking *under* everything for me (hee, hee). Well, some new rescue kids came in recently with one of those dumb triangle shaped plastic litter pans that ferrets don't like anyway. Mom doesn't use those, except for strange stuff like bird feeders outside in the trees. Pretty funny huh? Anyway, when those kids came in it was hectic here, as usual, so she just cleaned their dumb litter box and put it up on top of that cage on the couch (she put a *real* litter box in with the new kids), she was probably going to hang it in a tree in a few days. Well, when I got up on top of that cage that funny litter box/bird feeder thing looked interesting so I climbed into it to play. I am a *little* girl so I can fit in them. Well, I was just having fun then suddenly it started to run away with me. That silly thing slipped down off the back of the cage and got stuck between the cage and the curtains against the wall. Well, poor little me was still inside that thing, and I was stuck and couldn't get out. I was just hanging there, kind of stuck in mid-air. I started moving and scratching and making noises and mom came right away to see what trouble I was in, hmm, that's my name you know, how funny. Anyway, I stuck my head out around the side of the box, it would barely fit between the box and the wall, but I managed. I am looking straight at mom and yelling at her with my eyes saying "help, get me outta here, mom!!" Well this is the mean thing she did, she just busted out laughing at me and then she ran and got the *camera* and took pictures of my little head sticking out from behind the litter box, stuck between the cage and the wall. Boy, was that mean!! She just left me hanging there while she took *pictures*! Well, the camera screwed up (so she says) so she had to stop and then she *finally* got me out of that *death trap*. So you all can rest easy now, I survived and am still alive after that darned old litter box tried to kill me. I am a bit mad at mom though. But later she shared her chicken with me so that made things alot better. Well, that's all I got to say. I will let Buddy tell you about the chicken thing....bye bye....Trouble Okay this is me Buddy again. Yes, mom gives us cooked chicken as a treat sometimes and me and Trouble and Sugar just love it!!! It's just the soft meat part, no skin or seasonings, and we only get a few very small bites. It is a neat treat, I hope all of you ferts out there can get your human servants to cook some for you. In case anyone is wondering, mom says that cooked *meat*, especially chicken meat, is easy for us to digest and nothing like vegetables and fruits that mom worries about so much. I just know it tastes real good. Well, I am gonna go back and finish my nap now. See ya....Buddy [Posted in FML issue 1937]