I'm starting to be reluctant to go into the ferret room. Just before supper, I popped in to gather up some bedding to wash. Bailey, my lovely little soft-furred, bright-eyed foster with the amazing leaping ability and penchant for causing trouble, was lying on the floor in a pose that could mean only one thing. When I picked her up, she was
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