Good news. My downright-dangerous roommate is leaving the weekend before
Thanksgiving, so Derv and I get the place to ourselves until January, when
we get a new apartment. In the event my landlord doesn't view her as a
"caged pet", Derv's adoptive ferret-daddy (my friend Miles) has begged me to
let him take her in for a week or two. I'm hoping it doesn't come to that,
but because of my roommate breaking the lease, our landlord is really,
really mad at us. However, my next-door neighbor offered his place to hide
her in if I get short notice. Everyone really seems to want Derv at their
place. If they only knew what would become of their hairbrushes! :-) Derv
still hasn't given my roomie back her brush. This amuses me far more than
it should. Dervish is just a champion defender of justice!
Derv has a new favorite toy: an unopened soda can, she pushes it around
endlessly. That, and potatoes. She's figured out how to get the cabinet
unlatched, and all that's in there is a case of Ramen noodles and a bag of
potatoes. Who was it the other day who found a potato in the couch? No
potatoes here have made it that far yet, just under the TV and dining room
table. And an individually-wrapped granola bar is currently her nemesis.
She's gonna get that thing open come hell or high water. :-)
I'm really feeling the ferret-love today. Is there any greater feeling
than to walk into your home after a long day, and see a fuzzy little ferret
face peering at you from around the corner? (Until, of course, you see
that she's pulled every sock out of the drawer and scattered around the
room.) I never realized how happy having a ferret would make me. Even
after a horrible day of tests and errands and all that, she's still here
and she's thrilled to come out and play. Now that's an attitude to
cultivate.
Now, a query. She's eating, drinking, sleeping, and playing normally; no
extra treats or weird treats or anything at all. But yesterday, her poopies
were very light in color; there was no difference other than that. They're
normal again today. I got the impression from the Ferret Central FAQ that
this is normal since there are no other symptoms. What might have caused
this, and do I need to be worried? (And what does it say about my social
life that I spend so much time thinking about ferret poop? :-)
-(TX) Meghan and Scuttle-Butt Dervish the WonderFerret ("Mom, put the whole
thing with Great-High-Queen-Sheba in front of my name!!")
Ferrets: living, breathing, dooking warm-fuzzies.
[Posted in FML issue 2489]
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