One of the funniest things about ferrets is that they're like mad collectors. They take things, weird, random collections of things, and put them in a hidey-hole (or six) and if you move that stash they will panic, scramble all over re-collecting their preciouses and hiding them exactly where they were before.
Puck has an orange ball I don't even dare touch most days because if he's not the one in charge of it he actually chitters at me. Riot has a whole pile of things, including tiny stuffed animals and a newspaper he took a liking to:
Ferrets. Little weirdos.
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A good life lesson. Put your favorite stuff in a box. Roll around in it. Scare off anybody who messes with it.
Sounds like a plan.
Posted by: k | February 06, 2009 at 10:48
isn't a house a BIG box?
Posted by: pansypoo | February 06, 2009 at 12:47
I love the toes in the air. Toes!
Posted by: tata | February 06, 2009 at 14:20
pansy, we're nothing like ferrets. no no, of course not.
I think I need a nap.
Posted by: mdh | February 06, 2009 at 16:06
Ferrets have the magpie/packrat gene? This is a gene, it must be. Humans also have it-- perhaps it is a mutation. It runs in families. My daughter has it from both sides. WHo can bear to throw a shiny pretty thing away?
Posted by: report from the heartland | February 07, 2009 at 20:44
How true. My college roommate had a ferret named Sage. Sage absolutely coveted my red Chuck Taylors. I was constantly retrieving them from his little hidey-hole under the bed.
Posted by: geor3ge | February 08, 2009 at 21:57