Hi Everyone, I hope everyone is doing well. I have been so busy with school and reading and cleaning poop around here. I am staying caught up, which translates into not having time for much else. It was toe nail trimming night tonight. The boys, William and Harry, will do ANYTHING for ferretone. They follow me around for quite awhile after having their nails done, begging constantly for oil. If I stop moving for a second, they are standing on their hind legs, hoping to look cute enough to weasel some more out of me. ;-) I keep finding chicken bones around. They have stashed a chicken wing somewhere and totally destroyed it. I just find remnants of bone, broken in half to get at the marrow. Thing is, it was HOT wings from Domino's. Guess they like hot food like their Ma. Update on the bald squeak toy. For those that don't know, I am fostering a small poodle, who has had her vocal chords clipped. Thus squeak toy. But she also has a growth hormone deficiency, which makes her hair as thin as an old woman's and causes hyper-pigmentation so her skin is black under the white hair. She has decided to be a ferret. She will sit up and beg for raisins when I am doling them out, she chases and plays with the ferrets (especially Miss Mazel Tov) and has now decided that duck soup is a good thing. She already eats the ferret food (ok, so all the animals eat the same damn thing here) and is also trying to hop around like a ferret too. I may need to get an animal shrink for her, since I am sure she will have an identity crisis sooner or later. It got fairly warm for a few days and now all the ferrets are starting to lose weight. Trouble is, I am afraid it will be cold again. OK, Cath, so it is always cold in my house. I admit that. That is what blankets and built in fur coats are for. But never fear, dem fat boys are still mighty fat. They will be getting nipped soon. I am already going to school with little yellow dribbles all over my books and my notes. I am quite surprised that nobody has complained about me smelling like a hob yet. At least, *I* can smell them all the time on my clothes. Never mind they are always slowly dragging themselves across my shoes to make sure they are rather odorous. But I must admit, I like the way the smell. Even if right now the ferrets have a better sex life than I do. Well, need to go look for my art book. I cannot imagine how an 8x10 2 inch thick book has walked off, but I wouldn't be the least bit surprised if it was with some help. Perhaps Miss Stella is learning to appreciate Western Art, by humans that is. hugs to all, Maggie and Her Maniacal Mob of Mushy Monsters "She is a friend of my mind. She gather me, man. The pieces I am, she gather them and give them back to me in all the right order. It's good, you know, when you got a woman who is a friend of your mind." Sixo, Beloved by Toni Morrison [Posted in FML issue 2566]