Tikki wrote about her "dead" ferret DJ, who seemed to be resurrected from the dead, only after giving everyone a heart attack. I wonder how many of us would admit to having the same thing happen to us, even after years of ferrets. Background: My wife, Joan, and I operate the 4 Li'l Paws Ferret Shelter in Merrimack, NH. Have for about 5 years now. In that time we have had nearly 600 ferret pass through the shelter - ages kits on up to geriatrics. As newbe's we've had the same scare as this apparently lifeless form flops in our hands. You'd think we'd know better by now though. Yesterday as Joan was tending to a couple of kits in the shelter, the phone rang. I answered it (something I usually don't do since no one ever calls for me anyway) but, hey, I was standing right there. Of course it was for Joan. I called her, but got this panicy reply, "I can't come now, I have a dead ferret in my hands." I yell and equally paniced, "WHAT!!!" and drop the phone as I run in to the shelter room; meeting Joan running out of the shelter room. In her hands is this floppy dark sable kit; totally devoid of any external signs of life. I reach out to take him, just as one eye squints open and he gives me this sleepy look, followed by a mighty yawn. Joan and I burst out laughing. We'd been "had" again. Dick B. [Posted in FML issue 2269]