I got an e-mail the other day from a sweet person who had seen my posts here and on the FFML. Someone had called her about a ferret in Salt Lake City that needed a home by Friday or he would go to the pound (or a shelter). She could not take him in, so thought I might be interested or know someone. I said Yes, I'll take him. We had wanted another ferret, so this came at a perfect time. I was able to get in touch with the people he was staying with, and we went over yesterday to get him. (I just happened to be home during the day yesterday since Ricky Ricardo fell on the ice and ended up with 5 staples in his head......) They had rescued him from someone who didn't really care about him, but due to their apartment regs couldn't keep him. You could tell they were getting attached to him already. When she got him, he had no food or water in his cage, and the food that came with him was an Eukanuba Adult cat food. His nails had never been clipped, and he was very skinny. She got him some nice ferret food, ferretone, and treats and toys. He had already put on weight. His previous owner had told her that he had been to the vet "once when I got him, about two years ago. He got his shots then, and ferrets only need shots once (can you believe it?)" She seemed sad to see him go, but glad to go where he would be loved. I told her that she could have visiting rights and to call anytime to see how he was. Well, on the way home I got a look at him. I think he's a "Cinnamon Siamese" sable type (I hope I got that description right, Mags!) and very sweet and loving. With all he's been through, he KISSES. I christened him Hubert, after my father (God rest his soul. He was an animal lover and I'm sure he's pleased....). He came home and met Pato and Snowball. As they each met him, the first thing they did was lick his ears. They got along great. No poofy tails, no fussing, just a lot of heiny sniffing. They all slept together last night in a pile like Hubert had been there forever. I'm proud of my boys for being such sweeties! Hubert has one broken fang, and walks like he might have been hurt at one time. (I'm going to be charitable and say these were accidents since I don't know any better. You can tell they are both "old" injuries.) He will be going to the vet soon to be checked out and get his proper shots. He also has an interesting "habit". Hubert drinks potty (as in toilet) water. We have to keep the lids down now. Pato and Snowball have never been interested in the "throne" unless they could climb up the covers I put on them to look in the tub. We keep telling him it's nasty, but he doesn't believe us. (I thought only dogs did that1) On a more somber note, I am glad that Hubert's guardian angel had been looking out for him and placed him in the hands of such sweet foster parents. I'm also glad that the connection to us was made. Especially since last night on the news, it had a bit on there (I didn't see it but my friends told me about it) about "ferrets being illegal in Salt Lake County because they are wild animals, and if they come to the pounds they are euthanized." Boy, am I glad I live in DAVIS County. This is so ridiculous. I am in the process of writing a letter to the editor of the Salt Lake Tribune. I've got to start somewhere. I mean, Utah is notoriously 20 years behind the times, but this is ridiculous. Catherine, Pato, Snowball (we love our new brother, Mama!) and Hubert (Yummy, potty water! Thanks Mama!) Behind the Zion Curtain [Posted in FML issue 2152]