Many cool stories have been passed down on how you ended up with more than
one fert.  Wondered if anyone had an interesting story on getting their
very first.  ?
 
7 years ago,.  I had been thinking of getting a fert.  My sis said 50% peed
all over and 50% could be trained.  I could just dump a" pooper".But I was
working out 12 hours a week, worked long hours, took numerous classes, and
enjoyed my sense of freedom.  Time went by after that: maybe a year.  One
night I was weight lifting, and this Swedish Arnold muscle man asked me
out.  I said lets have coffee.  He had bad teeth, worse grammer, and
leered.  I tried to lose him in the pet shop in the mall.  He-a person I
never spoke with until that day-grabbed me and started doing frightening
things to me, and wouldnt let me go.  He was crazy.  I didnt know what to
do.  He hadnt raped me.  But I think he was going to.  I broke away, ran up
to the owner shaking like a leaf, and begged"where are your ferrets?  dont
you have ferrets?  I want to buy one."
 
I have no idea why that came out of my mouth.  I was a mess.  I grabbed the
first ferret I would reach in a large open troughThe owner understood what
was happening, and milked the situation, selling me a dog cage, cedar
bedding, and several other useless things.  I didnt care.  Because as he
lifted up the cage he said "I'll have to get a couple of my guys to help
you out to the car with all this." He did.  And thus begain my adventure
into the world of ferrets It was Baby that I grabbed-a"pooper"
 
She has changed my life BIG time.  And she probably saved it..
  ...........  .....   ....  ....Lisette
[Posted in FML issue 2603]