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Pandora is a very heavy sleeper.  She has often been known to pull the
"dead ferret trick".  She frequently crawls into her hammie to sleep,
only to start gradually slipping out, her head inching closer and closer
to the floor, eventually ending up with her head actually resting on the
floor while only her hind end remains in the hammock.  Of course, the
inevitable happens - and she doesn't even wake up as she flops onto the
floor of the cage.  Only one thing wakes her from this sound sleep -
every single time.  The shower.  Turn on the shower and she bolts out of
a deep sleep and comes running from out of her hidey-hole for the sheer
delight of frolicking around in the puddles in the bottom of the shower -
even pawing at the glass if I do not immediately open the door for her.
 
This said, I had to pull out the carpet cleaner today (after my 2 year
old human daughter peed on my chair) *sigh*.  So I decided that while it
was out I would go ahead and clean the carpet in the ferret cage, too.
Being sure not to use hot water, I opened the cage door to clean while
Pandora lazily watched me from the hammock above the carpeting.  As I
finished up, she decided to hop down - and spazzed completely.  She
immediately began this frantic, hopping, leaping, tripping sort of dance
across the cage, somehow managing to never have more than one or two paws
touching the floor at any given time.  Finally she reached the doorway to
the attached superpet cage, and like lightening streaked across to the
safety of its plastic floor panels.  There she sat, huddled in the
furthest corner of that cage, glaring at me; looking for all the world
like she was thinking, "Mom, how *could* you do that to me?  You *know*
how I hate to get my paws wet!"
 
Shannon (giving up on ever figuring these little guys out)
Sterling, Pandora, and Jasmin
[Posted in FML issue 3877]

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