Good news. My downright-dangerous roommate is leaving the weekend before Thanksgiving, so Derv and I get the place to ourselves until January, when we get a new apartment. In the event my landlord doesn't view her as a "caged pet", Derv's adoptive ferret-daddy (my friend Miles) has begged me to let him take her in for a week or two. I'm hoping it doesn't come to that, but because of my roommate breaking the lease, our landlord is really, really mad at us. However, my next-door neighbor offered his place to hide her in if I get short notice. Everyone really seems to want Derv at their place. If they only knew what would become of their hairbrushes! :-) Derv still hasn't given my roomie back her brush. This amuses me far more than it should. Dervish is just a champion defender of justice! Derv has a new favorite toy: an unopened soda can, she pushes it around endlessly. That, and potatoes. She's figured out how to get the cabinet unlatched, and all that's in there is a case of Ramen noodles and a bag of potatoes. Who was it the other day who found a potato in the couch? No potatoes here have made it that far yet, just under the TV and dining room table. And an individually-wrapped granola bar is currently her nemesis. She's gonna get that thing open come hell or high water. :-) I'm really feeling the ferret-love today. Is there any greater feeling than to walk into your home after a long day, and see a fuzzy little ferret face peering at you from around the corner? (Until, of course, you see that she's pulled every sock out of the drawer and scattered around the room.) I never realized how happy having a ferret would make me. Even after a horrible day of tests and errands and all that, she's still here and she's thrilled to come out and play. Now that's an attitude to cultivate. Now, a query. She's eating, drinking, sleeping, and playing normally; no extra treats or weird treats or anything at all. But yesterday, her poopies were very light in color; there was no difference other than that. They're normal again today. I got the impression from the Ferret Central FAQ that this is normal since there are no other symptoms. What might have caused this, and do I need to be worried? (And what does it say about my social life that I spend so much time thinking about ferret poop? :-) -(TX) Meghan and Scuttle-Butt Dervish the WonderFerret ("Mom, put the whole thing with Great-High-Queen-Sheba in front of my name!!") Ferrets: living, breathing, dooking warm-fuzzies. [Posted in FML issue 2489]