Heard frantic scratching and went into the bedroom to see which rompster in the ferret play room (i.e., the room which only about 2% of the time gets to function as the master bathroom) was bidding my attendance. It turned out to be three of them: Jumpstart, Warp, and Scooter, all reporting that my toothbrush was on the floor. "Look, Mom, look at this." by pointedly staring at me and then bumping at the toothbrush a few times. I asked, "WHO do that?", and three heads swiveled, three bodies moved, and three noses bump-bumped Ashling. Suspicion confirmed. No kiddin'. It happened this afternoon and Steve can vouch for me. Sukie Sometimes a person looks past reality because she is so busy seeing hopes. In small doses that can be visionary; in large ones: delusional. [Posted in FML issue 2070]