Hi
 
Hope you and your fuzz monsters are having a great summer (or what ever
season it is where you are).
 
Just a quick e-mail to introduce Brandy, an adult male albino of unknown
age.
 
Our local RSPCA posted an appeal in a newspaper asking for ferret homes.
Brandy was the only one left when I went to visit and nobody wanted him.
He is so sweet but he is an adult and a bit of a nipper, not in a nasty
way but he has had a hard life and it is no surprise that he bites on
occasion.  He has been at the center for over six months and in that time
has been stolen from them, found by builders a couple of weeks later and
close to death, fed back up to a healthy state and there he has stayed
as his experience seems to have knocked some of the huff out of him.
 
Well I am waiting for the RSPCA to come round and inspect the house to
make sure I am fit to take him on, after which I am free to collect him.
 
Ps from Bob.
Bob wishes me to tell you that her sister, Press, made her head hurt.  I
have to admit I feel sorry for Bob but it was one of the funniest things
I have ever seen.
 
In stashing terms Press has never been over active but of late she has
taken to plastic bags in a big way - the bigger the better.  She knows I
don't like her stashing them where I cannot get to them as I don't want
her playing with bags when I am not actively watch her.  Well Press
responded to this by learning that if she set off running at top speed
across the room, grab the bag on the way past and keep running I had too
little time to respond and stop her.
 
The result of this act, funny in itself, was one of the greatest ferret
moments.  I was playing with Bob who, taught by Lector, loves climbing
into large bags and being slid around on the floor.  I had not noticed
Press standing in the wings watching.  I took my hand from the bag that
Bob was in for only a second but Press seized the opportunity.  I saw
her start running but it was too late.  As Press grabbed the bag I saw
a shocked Bob peep out.  As the bag accelerated in the grip of Press,
Bob was flung deep inside and un-graciously dragged across the room.
I noticed Press was heading at speed for a small gap through which she
can get under the wardrobe.  I tried to stop the inevitable but Press
vanished through the hole, the bag, almost in slow motion, whistled
through the gap and Bob, with a look of absolute terror, was bounced
through and under the wardrobe.  As the rustling died down and the
arguing over who's fault it was for grabbing the bag and who was to
blame for being in the bag in the first place faded, a very shocked
looking Bob ventured out into the outside world.  I could not help but
laugh and with that she went nuts, she jumped and huffed and dooked and
ran round and round doing these strange back flips that only Bob can do
in moments of extreme excitement.
 
Anyway, I must get some work done.
 
Take it easy
Wayne, Lector, Press, Bob and soon to be Brandy.
 
Wayne Gardner
Clinical Scientist
Dept. of Medical Physics
Bradford Royal Infirmary
[Posted in FML issue 4587]