It's been one of those days. From uncooperative nieces right down to Destructo-Ferrets.
It was my delight to really get to see Yogi shed. I mean, I thought he'd finished it up, but apparently the dusting of chocolate colored fur all over the room was first the appetizer. With one swipe of my hand across his back, I got this lovely reward:
After about ten minutes of brushing, I had enough to make me a ferret fur shirt with matching pants, and he still was covered in loose hair. But, that's normal, and doesn't bother me. What does?
Hmmmm, let's see...
I found him in my mattress. Yeah, that's right--inside the darn thing. I have bits of mattress all over my floor and inside the covers on my bed. Thank god none of them want to eat it, but still.
It did spur yet another redesign of my room--one in which I find as many bulky heavy things (i.e. my chest that was under the window and other items of that ilk) and blockade my bed. I have no hope of it working (ha! learned my lesson). But, hey, if all goes to plan--we'll be moving at the end of the month, and The Triad will have their own room again (no more bunking with mom *g*).
And in yet another sign of ferretish power, The Triad ripped up yet another Flexi-Tunnel. Apparently, they wanted more exits than the toys allowed. So, with the power of teeth and claws they made this:
I had to clean it up--get the dangly bits off, and pick up the scraps from their endeavor. But, so far, I'm still letting them play with it. But, why can't ferret toys be made to endure actual, you know, ferret play?
Perhaps the more important question is: why do I keep spending money on these darn things?
Maybe there's group counseling for this: Hi, my name's Sunny, and I'm a ferrent who repeatedly buys over-priced but cheaply made toys because of the pretty colors.
Anyone else in?