Tigger doesn't have her canine teeth any more. Okay, she does have them, half of them. Half of one and half of the other. Poor baby. We used to live in a two storey apartment with an open staircase, so to speak. It's just a bunch of stairs welded together into a spiral staircase, if you get what I mean. Well, Tigger, being a typically overly curious ferret, just had to know what was on the other side of all the boards we had put in her way around the bannister so she wouldn't fall. We thought we did a good job of it too. Until one day. We were watching TV and Tigger was roaming around the house. Everything went quiet for a while, then BANG, DONK, BOINK! We did a mad dash downstairs, scared to death of what we were going to find. No Tigger. Half crazy with worry we ran around the place calling for her, when I happened to look into her favourite "safe-place". After a small inspection we concluded that she had somehow gotten underneath the bannister and free fell onto the last stair smack dab on her face. One tooth had broken and one lower tooth had gone through her upper lip. We tried to check for broken bones, but she seemed to be fine otherwise. We put her on the floor to see if she walked okay and believe it or not, she walked off happily dooking. Go figure. Her second tooth broke in a similar fashion. Except she was on the top stair doing something, I still can't figure out what. But she fell. Smack dab on her face. And broke the other tooth. We took her to the vet both times for a check-up and to show the teeth, but the vet said that neither of them had broken so badly that they had to be removed. As long as she ate properly, which she did and still does. It goes without saying that she's learnt not to play on the staircase and hasn't fallen since. Touch wood.