Since I've already told you about my other two ferrets,I may as well introduce the third.Valentine is the only ferret I brought home as a baby that cried all the way home and then never said another word.I kept him in a pouch worn in front like a kangaroo until he was quiet.He also snuggled in with my female cat.He only cared that it had fur and was warm,and it gave me time to introduce him to our 2 yr.old female ferret.(tolerant cat) Once he found our female, Chelsea, he wouldn't leave her alone.She had a shadow.He made her dook like crazy,but he never dooked.When Chelsea died from adrenal disease,we had to get him a playmate,as he was so despondant. All these years he never dooked when playing,until we got another male.Can't be testosterone,he's fixed.Maybe it was just the challenge to his ego,but when Taz tried to be top ferret,Valentine explained that old age and treachery can win over youth and exuberance every time.I think the time Val grabbed Taz and shook him settled the matter.Never left a mark,he's good.Now all three sleep together,even though it took 6 monthes.He's been through the loss of his best friend,getting a new friend,putting up with a young pup who thought he was it,surgery for 2 mast cell tumors and 1 hemangioma,and dying after surgery.He's one tough silver mitt.At 6.5 years I know he probably doesn't have much time left,but it's been a joy being owned by such a loving little guy.He sure kisses up great,and boy does he love those raisins.He is also a digger exceptionale.Here's hoping he has a few years left in him. Sandy,and the 3 dooksters Never trust a smiling ferret.-S.Repper [Posted in FML issue 2349]