Let's go back to the beginning, as I guess that's the best place to start..

There were two ferrets in the shelter by the name of Bandit and Shadow. Bandit was a very old lady, that always seemed to be ill. She didn't want out of her cage, and preferred to hide her sweet face in her blankies and sleep. Shadow, her cagemate, was always at the door insisting that she be let out *right now*. And if you held her longer than she wanted, she'd leave ya with a few extra holes to show her displeasure.

I held the monster girl (who has given me only one good chomp, and then never again) and checked on poor Bandit every time I was there. Finally, I was talked into taking them home to see if we couldn't get Bandit feeling a bit better. The girls moved into our bathroom, as it was the easiest place to quarantine them in. Bandit left green slime trails all over, and Shadow nibbled on the feet of anyone that went in to *ahem* use the facilities. I frequently forgot (whoops!) to remind people of her little habit, and would periodically hear "YEOOOOWW" followed by the same person stomping into the room with a very satisfied looking Shadow in their hands.

Bandit progressively got better. She began to get up and walk around, she ate like a pig and even managed a mini-war dance! I was absolutely tickled with her progress! One evening I came home and she had had a stroke. Her neck was arched to the side, and she was obviously not doing well. She was hungry though, so I gave her some dinner and a shot of muscle relaxer and then sat with her all evening. As morning came, she began to get distressed and I made that hard decision... and took her in.

Shadow, complete with her bad manners, had already wormed her way into our family. She was renamed Nibbler because there are just too many Shadows in the world. She never did make it back to the shelter. Oops again. :)

She's since ceased biting at all, and is often found at the bottom of the huge ferret pile that forms after, oh, about an hour or so of wild-ferret play. We love that black-plastic nose, and yes, I will get pictures one of these days!

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Good night my sweet girl. I will always remember your cute mitted feet, and naughty nips on unsuspecting humans. I'm so glad you were able to get out of the Shelter and have a long and happy life with us. You were such a good fuzz.