Barb & Sheila, I'm so very sorry for the passing of your babies, and for anyone else who's lost a fuzzie. Randy, right on! I have to tell a couple of funny stories. Our daughter is in the marching band, and the symphonic band at her high school She was preparing for her final in band, and was practicing at home. Well, everyone had been telling about their fuzzies and music, and Sara was upstairs just playing away. I snuck up the stairs so as not to disturb her, but to see what the fuzzbutts were doing. First, she had to peel half of them off her legs because they wanted to inspect her, the trombone, the music & stand, and see if they could steal her timer thingy (hey-I forgot what its called,ok????) Well, this had been accomplished, and she was playing. Mookie was racing around, jumping sideways and having a blast while she played. I went into our bedroom and there's Calvin & Suzy's heads sticking out from under the blankets, staring fixedly at the door to the spare room where she was. Either they were transfixed or they were willing her to stop playing! During finals week the kid got sick in the middle of the night. Normally her bedroom door is shut, but she'd been up and down all night, and she hadn't shut it totally. Me, not knowing she'd been up most of the night, did not check the door but let the tiny terrorists out for their morning romp and round of merry mayhem. Sara said she thought it was her cat making noise and yelled "Shut up, Sarabi!" Then suddenly she hears all this little chuckling/dooking, looks down at the foot of the bed and there are four furry faces popping up over the end of the bed. She said she like to killed herself getting up and catching them to get them out. See, she's a teen, and her room is, well, like a black hole in outer space most of the time, either that or it looks like an military obstacle course for trainees! In other words, definitely not ferret proofed. Now, for what I'm about to say, just don't send me any flames, or flames on the FML. Let's end this jabbing, finger pointing, oh my how could you thing now, ok? Some people admit they can't afford, at the moment, to take their fuzzies to the vets. Before anyone goes stomping on them, take a few minutes to think. Perhaps when they got their babies they could, and due to job loss, cuts in pay, etc. at this moment they can't do it, especially if the vet won't let them make payments. I know--been there, done that, facing that with my husband and his job at this moment. So please, let's just cut all this out and get back to being what this is supposed to be---a forum to discuss our babies, tell the good and the bad stories, and not run around and knock/slam/flame people for lack of cash, beliefs, etc. (Sorry Bill, had to vent here) Rebecca & the other two slaves Socks--Where is my gravy??? Kit--Socks, how come your so grumpy all of a sudden? Genie--Oh momma--bring that arm a little closer, licklick CHOMP Scully-Ah, Genie, you don't do it right, Roll over on your back and giver 'er "Bambi eyes" Suzy Derkins--Is she playing music again Calvin---You will play something else, you will play something else Mookie---Dance Fever! Hey, Sara, know any disco music?? Chewie, Dribble, Sarabi & Tigger--cats just know how to ignore noise. ======================= Rebecca McFarlane Secretary Basic Medical Sciences School Veterinary Medicine Purdue University West Lafayette, IN 47907-1246 Phone: 765-494-8632 Fax: 765-494-0781 "Do not meddle in the affairs of dragons, for thou art crunchy and taste good with ketchup" [Posted in FML issue 2707]