For those of you who have been following some of my exploits with "da
nighbor" regarding her ferts, just wanted to give you an update.  And
kinda apologize.
 
Had another instance with her.  She and another tenant were outside with
the ferts in their arms.  I pulled up and starting talking with them.  I
just couldn't resist calling the kids.  Whenever I call for a fert that I
know, I try to use a distinctive voice to identify myself (have no idea
what their hearing is like.
 
I boomed out their names in the voice I used to call them when they were
here..  Let me tell you, one jumped from her arms into the passenger seat
of the van looking for me.  This caused the owner some dismay ( as well as
frightened the *^%^%$^& out of my Assistant Manager who was in the
passenger seat).
 
The second also tried breaking away from the other neighbor who was holding
him.  Both were obviously looking for me.  The other neighbor asked if I
was their previous owner.  When I said, "No, I just babysat them for a
week" she replied that it was obvious how much they loved me.
 
I later spoke of this incident (and others) with some friends.  Someone
commented that animals provide us with such love, and queried why some
don't take better care of their animals.  I replied, "Because some people
don't know any better".  At that point I started to get real disappointed
in myself.  Maybe that is why her ferts were so unhappy.  They weren't
treated the way they should be because the owner didn't know any better.
 
Well, it was time for me to eat crow (apologies to bird lovers).  Here I
am, a person who will discuss fert care and love with stranger in pet
stores.  I've tried imparting my knowledge (what little their may be) to
others to help them decide if a fert is the right pet for them and to help
them and the fert.  Yet I couldn't do that with my own neighbor.
 
It seems I had forgotten my role as a "Fuzzy Ambassador".  For this I
apologize to Ferts, Ambassadors, and Hoomans alike.  I forgot what is
really important - the ferts well-being.  Hoomans can be bad parents to
their own hooman children.  Some times because they never learned the
proper parenting skills.  Some times because they had bad role models.
It's all a question of education.
 
I plan on going over there tomorrow, sitting down and talking with her
about her ferts needs, wants, and desires.  Along with me I will take some
"Duck Soup", a tube each of Petromalt and Nutrimalt, and some extra food.
And, oh yes, I will take my humility with me.  Maybe she just needs to
understand a little more.  Maybe she'll decide that ferts are not the ideal
pet for her.  Whatever may come, I'll offer my assistance and any advice I
can give.
 
KEVIN B and the WAY KEWL CRITTER CREW
Including the ~~~ENERGETIC ~~ ECLECTIC ~~ ELEVEN~~~
~Furrice~Simon~Hershey~Lacy~Sprite~Socks~Cuddles~Java~Pimp~Caesar~Cinna~
SPECIAL GUEST "STAR"  ~Fur-Angel Lady~
CAST INCLUDES   Min-Pin Geordi
MISSING OUR FRIENDS  Kimo the Sumo Cat (and honorary ferret), Min-Pin Jada,
and ferts ~Petey~, ~Max~, and ~Nibbler~
[Posted in FML issue 2659]