I just want you nice people to know I'm feeling real good and bouncing all over the place like Old Times. I had my stitches taken out a while ago, and only have some pink dots on my bare tummy to show where they sewed me up. I'm still peeing out the New Place, which is a little above and to the left of the Old Place, but it doesn't make me nervous anymore. My girlfriends have adjusted to my ongoing State of Slight Dampness, as long as Mommy keeps washing our blankies a couple times a day. I've been dancing and hopping a LOT and feel more energetic than ever! I still take my yummy orange-tasting medicine twice a day to keep from getting so sick so fast again. Nobody seems to know exactly what went wrong, and everybody's keeping a close eye on me so things don't get weird again. One Bad Thing, though. Last night I went for a checkup so my doctor could do a "swab test" of my bladder along with some other tests. When the new young vet/tech came to see me in the special greeting-room, I THOUGHT he was real nice because he looked like Brett Favre (I'm a Wisconsin Ferret, you know), and also he had a little see-through tube in his hand like Mommy gives me my delicious medicine from. So I assumed "Brett" was going to give me a treat...WRONG. And Dear Old Mommy helps him HOLD ME DOWN...I ask you, how would YOU feel if you'd been coddled and comforted for weeks, and then some grinning quarterback suddenly comes along and does a thing like that to YOU without even saying "please"? After thoroughly humiliating me, they knocked me out and did something to my bladder (yeah, so why couldn't they have knocked me out before they took my TEMPERATURE?), and after I woke up in an understandably foul mood, Mommy and Uncle Greg took me home. The tests that could be read last night showed that my BUN (BUM?) and potassium were A-OK, but they'll have to wait three days for the bladder swab culture results. When Mommy asked me for my usual goodnight kisses as she was putting me to bed, I turned my head aside, as befits a gentleman whose pride has been deeply wounded. When she woke me up this morning and asked for a kiss again, I gave her a tiny little one, while making it clear that I had not completely forgiven her. Then I played all day with my girlfriends and it all sort of went out of my mind (until now), and I ended up kissing Mommy lots of times before we turned on the computer. I guess we ferrets just have a real hard time with the concept of "holding a grudge." I hope you all continue to wish me the best with my test results. And to all my fellow ferrets: Beware of smiley red-haired Wisconsin techs with glass tubes instead of footballs in their hands...they'll throw you down and make a pass you'd never believe. BBB [Posted in FML issue 2492]