I rescued a tiny female ferret from the SPCA last Thursday. I was only supposed to be fostering her until we found a permanent home... but it didn't take me very long to decide that I wanted to keep her forever. Kayla is a 6 month old Chocolate Panda with the biggest, most gentle black eyes you've ever seen. Even after 6 days at the SPCA, and who knows how many days wandering around lost before that, she was a little lady who didn't bite and only wanted a little attention. Her delight was boundless at being brought to my house, cleaned, fed and played with. After a pronouncement of healthy, I introduced her to my big lugs, Baxter & Jasper. She adored both instantly; she follows them around the house in a state of infatuation. I've never met a ferret whose life exudes such joy and gratefulness combined with courage and spirit. She seems constantly thankful, gently inquiring for my attention and coompletely thrilled as I give it. She dances around my house continuously. How could I not keep such a reminder of grace in my life? My first rescue, a wonderful lesson in love. I don't know if this is the way it is with rescues, but I can sure understand how people end up with 20 ferrets. God bless them all. Ariel, Jasper, Baxter & Kayla [Posted in FML issue 2464]