With apologies to Dylan, the Turtles, and the emphases I had to alter -- a song from an older ferret to a kit: Go away from my treat plate. Leave at your most hasty speed. The treats are all for me, kit. I won't condone your greed. I say Nutrical is for me. It says so on the tube -- to sedate me and placate me. You may not lick it, Rube! It was all made just for me and more! I am bigger! Oh, naaah, naaah, naaah. I can roll you. It is me you kowtow to, kit, ohhh, it is me you kowtow to, kit... [Posted in FML issue 2335]