I had a request from a friend and fml'er.... to repost this as a pseudo
response to the post about someone having a ferret that loves red, and
loves to push can's around the house.  So uh... here it 'tis once again,
that not so glorious Wolfy moment:
 
Put your drink down (I don't want to be blamed for coke bubbles out the
nose, or hot coffee on the keyboard), swallow that chocolate (don't want
to be blamed for choking), and grab your depends (no puddles now.. ).  You
may want to add wipes for that not so fresh feeling to your list also.
 
I'm writing you an account of what happened here on the condition you don't
write me and say..."DUUUUUH" at what I did.  Are you ready?  I hope so.
 
A fellow fml'er -- Beth-- was over visiting my husband and I while we had
our "business" of ferrets out playing.  The alpha male, Pong, has a
fetish.. an absolute psychotic obsession with Coke and red Coke cans.  He
goes completely hyper/nuts over them.  Well I forgot and got a Coke out in
front of him and he was all over me going nuts.  I felt bad and said to
dear hubby, "why don't we just give him a can to play with...maybe he'll be
satisfied and get over this obsession".  So I got up and got a full can of
Coke and put it on the floor despite hubby's objections.  Pong went bezerk
and had a good ole time with it.  Quite a bit of time elapsed and once in a
while you'd see a flash of shiny red and a ferret pushing the can across
the living room floor at light speed.
 
More time passed and I was talking to Beth on the couch as hubby played on
the computer.  Now before I tell you what happened...let me preface this by
filling you in on something here.  Hubby is a walking gas leak.  If it's
not coming out of one end its coming out the other.  Sorry but that's the
cold hard facts.  Beth is super feminine and to show off and gross her out
he is constantly making sure it comes from the "bad" end.  And he is quite
loud and talented folks.
 
So were sitting and talking when we hear this sudden, weird noise.  It
sounded like a sudden release of gas, and then it sounded like..... Scott.
 
Yup sounded like he finally pushed his limit and messed himself.  We all
sat there staring at each other in shock.  We both looked at Scott in
disgust and he was sitting there with this shocked look on his face (so we
thought ok...guilty as charged).  Then the sound immediately changed to a
horrible guzzling hiss.  Beth burst out laughing as she realized what the
heck it was.
 
I stiiiiiill didn't "get it".  Scott jumped up cursing.  Then.... I "got
it".  Scott's yelling, "where is it, where's the Coke
*@#^$(#*#)&#(*&@(@&^)#@*!!!!" lol.  We flew off the couch and pulled it
out.  Pong had it in the tube behind the couch and I'm like all grateful...
'til Scott ran him out of the tube.  Pong was not about to leave his
"treasure"... and drug it out spinning and spewing all over the place.
 
Of course Beth could die laughing it wasn't her home getting Cokified.  It
wasn't her hubby cursing.  It wasn't her mess!!  LOL.
 
AND most of all............ It wasn't her that had to pay the fiddler.
Scott told me he could probably puncture that can, he told me it was stupid
to give it to him...he was right.
 
  ::sip:: "ahhhhhh" Coke IS it folks...it really is.
 
Pong:  "it's alive, it's alive..muahahahahahaaaaa"
Ping:  "whu.... what's going on?"
Rocky:  "RUN It's going to  BLOOOOOOW"
Laddie:  "We're all gonna diiiiie wahahhahhaaaaa"
the Coke can:  "PHHHHHHHHHHHHHHFT"
 
Wolfy
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http://www.geocities.com/wolfysluv/
For information on deafness in ferrets:
http://www.geocities.com/wolfysluv/deaf.html
[Posted in FML issue 3205]