The kids were out having run time, and I was alternating between being in with them, and working on my computer. (They get to run in my bedroom/bathroom plus a large carpeted closet; once the kitchen is emptied of boxes and proofed a bit better, they can play in there, too.) Grover was having a good old time, but eventually it dawned on me I had not heard a *sound* out of Onyx in quite some time. A quick check of the bedroom door revealed she hadn't escaped (I've got some stuff blocking the too-large gap under the door). So I set off on a search for her. FLO Headquarters (under the dresser) -- nope. In the bed -- nope. In the clothes baskets -- nope. In the CD box -- nope. In the bathtub/under shower curtain -- nope. In the cage??? -- no of course not. Aha, the closet! So I padded into the dark closet on hands and knees (it's a weird closet, deeper than wide, and I've got a bookcase in there too) because at the very back of the closet is a wicker clothes basket behind which is the FLO's Remote Outpost. The closet is dark. Very dark. Remember that. Preparing to pounce (Onyx and I have a pounce game), I got ready and yanked away the basket -- only to be blasted full in the face by a blinding beam of dazzling white light!!! I shrieked and dropped the basket (no, not on the ferret) and sat down hard on my butt, while Onyx danced around me like a maniac, laughing her head off. She'd stolen my flashlight (which up until then I hadn't missed), hauled it back there, and somehow had turned it on in the process! Little maniac! Oh, and Grover continues to do well, despite the icky flagyl. He and Onyx have started to wrestle. It's so funny... Onyx has turned into a real liar (besides being a maniac.) She will "Speed Bump"... but it's NOT because she's bored or lonely. She speed-bumps only until Grover (or I) becomes foolish enough to get too close, and then *POUNCE*!!!! It's like she's lying in wait for an ambush, in plain sight <g> Dooks and thanks to everyone who responded to my plaintive wails for ideas on flagyl-feeding. I'm going to see if mixing it with heavy cream helps at all. (WA-state) Megan, plus Grover (Pounce me, will you?! En garde!) Onyx (*NO ONE* expects the Ferret Inquisition!!!) Cinnebar-the-cat (Why, mom, why???) and Sammy-the-straycat (My poops smell bad, but I'm adorable.) [Posted in FML issue 2493]