Dear FML Warning! Cute Ferret Story Ahead! I am getting caught up on my FML reading (am up to Dec.5 now) and just wanted to share a cute ferret story. I recently wrote one of those introductory thingies... I am Dawn, ferrets are Thelma, Laweasel, Beetle, and Attica. O.K. This is the story... About a week ago I was cleaning up my son's room. He has this huge box of stuffed animals. I dragged the box into the living room just as "ferret happy hours" was beginning. My pretty girl Thelma has always had a fetish for stuffed animals. She keeps them in a neat pile in the filing cabinet drawer where the ferrets nap. When I dumped out the humongous pile of stuffed animals she went into a very strange behavior. She sniffed each and every one from head to toe, gently moving through the pile. About 5 hours later she had created about 8 "nests." There was no particular order to her sorting. The filing cabinet drawer was full, there were two little piles of stuffed animals under the desk, and one at each corner of the big king sized bed. When I finally put an end to her obsession she was in the process of carrying mouthfuls of TF to each pile. The final pile was where I had dumped the animals, these she had rounded up into a little mound. She was not carrying individual pieces of food, she was literally carrying mouthfuls of food. Laweasel, Beetle, and Attica had long since gone to sleep (after their typical 2-3 hour romp). Thelma is about 10 months old, she's spayed, and she's the wild one. That night she didn't play wildly as usual, she was far too busy taking care of the "babies." Her behavior was absolutely adorable, but I decided that we'd better return the box of stuffed animals to my son's room. She was very concerned about the stuffed animals, and I don't think that taking care of that many babies leaves her much time for playing (I can relate!). The tag-on to the story is that on Christmas Eve when the presents were under the tree she was at it again. She seemed almost psychic, she knew which presents were stuffed animals, and tried to drag all of them off, and "free" the poor trapped "babies." I love all of my little weezils, Thelma has a special place in my heart though, this is the same mischevious girl who nips all feet, and ankles, and thinks that the best activity is chasing my son around the house!=20 Happy dooking to my FML family, and thank you for letting me ramble on. Dawn [Posted in FML issue 2169]