So it was the middle of the morning, and louis had the day off, so I gave him a call from work to see how he was doing and to remind him to give Phoebe her meds, he was in the middle of cleaning out the ferret litter boxes and laying down fresh newspaper and he sounded very frustrated... that morning socks had wanted out of her cage rather early, (5a.m) and I wouldn't let her, so she dumped her food and the bowl into the litter box, so louis had quite the mess to clean up and to make matters worse ALL the ferrets were climbing on him, the cage, just basically getting underfoot..I just had to laugh..when I got home on the kitchen table was a poem that Louis had jotted down, and I told him I was going to post it.. Litter boxes to the left of me Litter boxes to the right All I dream of is litter boxes every stinking night. I clean a litter box then set it neatly down and suddenly a poop appears before I can turn around! Louis From June louis and the zoo [Posted in FML issue 2737]