Out of my three ferrets, my oldest sleeps with me every night. At first I couldn't sleep with him there because I was afraid I'd roll on him -- but of course I couldn't move him because he was so damned cute. I have come close to rolling on him. My subconscious must be hard at work, because once I feel something as I'm rolling I wake up. He also makes it a point to squirm. Now three years later, every night about 10:30 Critter finds me to make sure I haven't gone to bed without him, my husband thinks there is some kind of competition going on. Yes I'm a geek, I keep a stack of pillows beside my bed so the ferrets can come up and visit at will. It's cute, except with the shark attacks! [Posted in FML issue 2692]