Doesn't seem like Roxane is really back to her
old self, this morning she tried to get up to the
dining room table to nick some cheese and or
salami off my sandwiches, but she hadn't quite
the energy to even get up on a chair.
If I had to choose between a weak ferret and one who doesn't leave me alone while eating, who climbs up the inside of my jackets' sleeves and can't get down safely again, run around and bother the other and so on, I choose the latter every time, in spite of all the trouble!