Ok, so I fell for it again. This time DJ got me. Scenario is that I have 16 fuzzbutts running. Time to put them to bed so I can run into town. Lo and behold no fuzzies in sight, all have gone to their favorite hidey holes to snooze. Ok, no problem, Mom knows just where to look. Dad helps. Got all but the last 2. Dad pulls DJ and Hot Shot from their sleeping spot. Dad hands Mom a very limp DJ. No problem at first until DJ does not rouse at all. (Not normal for her) Body toatlly limp, no signs of breathing and no noticeable heartbeat. Head flops around as if neck is broken. Dad turns 3 shades of white and Mom begins to panic. Mom then holds DJ up just under her front legs and body dangles. DJ then peeps through one eyelid. Mom then snuggles DJ and begins to laugh all the time Dad still thinks DJ is dead. Mom reassures Dad DJ is fine about the time she rolls over in Mom's arms and looks around like where's the fire, what's the fuss about? I swear she was laughing at us. My Tikki has done this to us several times but DJ never has. SHe usually rouses fairly quick. Talk about total relaxation, it is incredible. Just as if all of their bones have turned to liquid. Nothing like a ferret to get your adrenalin flowing and your heart breaking and then into hysterics all in just a few minutes. What would we do without them? :-D Terry and the Nifty 19 [Posted in FML issue 2268]