Since Friday's become ill, I've been spending time in the downstairs ferret
room at least 3x/day for her feedings.  I find that the mornings are an
excellent time to play with them, as they're worked up from being locked in
their cage all night, and I have a great excuse for not going into work if
I'm playing with the ferrets.  So, of course, I'm spending more time with
them than ever, and get to see even more of the ridiculously cute things
they do.  Like the following:
 
- Friday climbs up on the back of the couch-positioned trifold futon, peers
out the window, then falls off onto the seat, gets terribly excited, and
attacks her own butt.  Clearly, those legs and that tail MUST be the
culprit.
 
- I'm bent over to clean the litterbox, scoop scoop scoop.  Noodle climbs
onto my back (I now call him 'Goat') and then ONTO MY HEAD and jumps into
the poop-filled trash bin, using my head as a launch pad.
 
- The kitten is even more addicted to Duck Soup than the ferrets, so she
jumped in one day when I was feeding Friday, but Noodle, ever vigilant
cat-hater, jumped ONTO HER BACK and tried to rid her of those pesky ears.  I
mean, who needs ears?
 
- Easel will bite ANY part of my face that she can reach.  Ow.
 
Bob C wrote about putting petromalt/nutrical into a ziplock, and how this is
a neat and clean and easy storage option.  Sounds great to me, especially
since you'll never end up with tubes of Petromalt lying around with
toothmarks galore in them.  Ever seen a tube of Petromalt leak?  Wow.
Currently the only type of Petromalt we have in our house is the kind that's
puddled on a paper plate under an empty, tooth-marked tube.  Courtesy, of
course, of Noodle, the flying ferret.
 
Melissa
 
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