Every morning, one, two or three ferrets appear in the
kitchen while I'm preparing or eating breakfast, all in
order to get something to eat. Usually this means a piece
of the slices sausage I'm putting on my sandwiches.<P>But
not Carmen. I offer it to her, but she doesn't want any,
but prefer a small piece of raisin instead.<P>

During the weeks I only had Natasja and Carmen living with
me, I did find one type of sausage she did like and even
tried to steal off of my sandwiches. But since then, I've
not been able to remember which sort it was. Several
times, I have thought I had found the correct sort, but
it's all been false alarms.<P>Probably, it's not the
sausage that's the problem, but something else.