... you're awakened by a persistant *nibbling* on your toes at 3:00 am and you're given "the look". So you stumble out of bed and head for the bathroom while a little white blur races you there. You throw a towel over the side of the tub to allow "her highness" to enter the tub, you turn the water on at a drip (water bill be damned!) and stumble back to bed. I hope I at least get a Certificate of Merit for this. Humble Servant to the Royal Family of Eight Tonia http://www.geocities.com/SouthBeach/Lights/6755/ferrets.html [Posted in FML issue 2584]