Just loved the description of what has happened to all who have been
around ferrets long enough. Only mine was a kibble bag. The litter
bag saga has not yet occured. It is a story waiting to be told at
our house.

Sadly, every day is kick the kibble all over day at our home. One of my
rescues just cannot help himself. And I keep the kibble bowls full in 3
rooms. Thusly, I have a broom in each of those rooms.

Luckily, Beavus is a most handsome silver mitt, most congenial when not
knawing on my arm, and stands on his hind legs walking around like a
meer kat. Who could do anything but love such a fella?

But Alex, your description was utterly (no cow joke intended)
brilliant. Best of the best. Top drawer. (Where did we get that saying?
And where did we get that word...drawer?)

Mine occasionally poop around the wires under the desk the computer
sits on. Now THAT is disgusting and a pain to clean up.!!! I walk in
the room...see the incident...and my procrastination gene kicks right
in. I just cannot deal with it straight off. I tackle the "situation"
behind the doors first.

Kisses to your silly babies.

Lisette

[Posted in FML 6659]