Hi everyone, We were able to bring Daisy home from the vet yesterday. She had surgery on her stomach for a foreign body which although wasn't a "blockage" it caused her untold misery, poor little thing. She didn't fit classic blockage symptoms, i.e. she was eating and pooping (some, but not much) and vomiting some. The vet found a foam earplug in her stomach which we can only assume she stole from my husband's briefcase (which will be securely ZIPPED from now on). Now Daisy is confined to her cage for the next two days, with very short play periods limited to no climbing. We didn't put Meep in with her at first after hearing all the bad experiences some people had when they brought a ferret back from a time at the vet. Daisy was unhappy, frustrated, and then....MAD that she wasn't allowed out of her cage. Meep was about the same when he wasn't allowed in the cage. Finally I put him in this morning and they are curled up like two "mealy worms" (description from a little boy at the vet!) and sleeping together. Many thanks to all who e-mailed us with suggestions and support. I am so thankful to the FML for what I've learned and for all the friends we've made. And to anyone who lives within driving distance of Essex Junction (North of Burlington, VT) - I was VERY impressed with the husband/wife team of Francois and Elizabeth Miquel. They very obviously ADORE ferrets. There were ferrets going out when we came in, a ferret coming in when we went out...... Francois took Daisy home with him so he could watch her closely over the weekend, and called me daily with reports on her. Even though it is and hour and a half trip for me, that is where Daisy and Meep will be going from now on. Just a couple of "fun" notes about Meep while Daisy was gone. He obviously had "time on his hands" with no buddy to run with. He brought balls to be tossed (that was a first!). He climbed up on my daughter's bed and stole her fleece blanket. Pretty funny seeing this barely 2 lb ferret hauling his "blankie" down the hall. Then I came to get on the computer earlier this morning and heard this funny, squishy plastic noise. He had stolen a loaf of bread and had managed to squish, mash, pull, push, whatever it UNDER the computer hutch. Mind you he won't eat bread when offered to him anyway! Karla [Posted in FML issue 2405]