Slinkometer here - Well, a lot of you have reintroduced yourselves so of course, I feel it incumbent upon myself to reciprocate. I used to post to the FML and the FFML a lot more than I have in recent months because my human, The Boss (so called for the very reason that a lot of -er- economy-sized people are nicknamed Tiny - because they aren't), works two jobs, one fulltime for the federal government and one part-time, taking care of an elderly bedridden lady (read: 70 + hour workweek), and doesn't have a lot of time to spare me her hands. I guess I'd better explain this last statement for those who haven't the faintest idea in the universe who I am. I am Slinky The Moondancer, The Moondancer being my actual birth name (which is why the The is capitalized) and Slinky being a name I was given by the father of The Boss's ex-boyfriend (from whom she bought me). I was born encased in a raisin-colored caul and, as a result, have psyhic powers coming out the weasel wazoo, some of which I haven't even discovered yet. I'm telepathic, telempathic, telekinetic, can teleport myself (and others) anywhere I wish, I can astrally project - and as a matter of fact, my spirit is usually sitting on The Boss's shoulder while my body is at home in the cage, asleep. For the record, I'm a sable, about 2 1/2 lbs., and approximately 2-2 1/2 years old. I'm a rescue - Jimmy, her ex, opened the door of his dad's townhouse (where he rents a room) one day last January and I darted inside into the bathroom. To make a long story short, he bought me a cage and eventually sold me to TB. Sold? HA! I knew long before we ever met that TB and I were destined for each other..being psychic has definite advantages so I just made sure I teleported out of my former residence (my work there was done, anyway) and planted myself right by the front door because I knew Jimmy was the means by which I was going to end up with TB. This post is probably getting too long so I'll finish this for now and continue this in the next FML... The Merry, Majestic, Modest Moondancer Dogs and cats, no doubt, are cool, But s/he who loves ferts is no one's fool So face it, humans - FERRETS RULE! [Posted in FML issue 2200]