Luckily, nope, not the case. His ataxia is getting worse, though, and from playing and fighting over food, they had messed the sheet up, so it was bunched and there was a lot of flexi tile showing. Now, the flexi tile isn't what I'd call slippery, but for a fella who sometimes can't even stand without going arse over head, it's probably very tricky.
So I got him up, fed him some baby food (and while he was eating, there he went, rear end trying to climb right over his head) and helped support him while he ate, and then got him on the carpeted hallway so I could clean the room and straighten out the sheet again.
The thing with Hiko is, I've had him tested for every disease I could think of, and insulinoma was one that was tested for REPEATEDLY, because ever since I've gotten him (waaaaaaaay back in 2010, hahaha) he's had these wonky episodes, where his motor control just goes phhhhhhhhbt. So far, he doesn't show anything but adrenal disease, and that at a very early stage. So, I'm thinking that maybe this is purely neurological, or the result of physical trauma (I know he was initially rescued by a NC chinchilla rescue, housed with other ferrets that did not like him; was adopted by a couple where: he escaped the bathroom where he was housed and got into house venting; he was attacked by a dog, and "given" to a two year old as a pet, and the two year old, of course, did not handle him properly, which was the reason he was being rehomed when I got him) that's just amping up now that he's getting older.
As it's gotten worse, I've had the inevitable thoughts. Thoughts about helping him cross the bridge, because I am stumped. I've done the testing, and now I can't afford to continue it, if there's something there (cancer, etc) to find (and with ferrets that's a hard thing, getting a concrete diagnosis, believe you me). So, yes, I've thought about it, and I realized that if he lives most of his days with a dull, distant look to him that the kindest thing will be to schedule that final appointment, and I will. I was almost convinced last night, but (as they so far do) the moment passed, and he was busy tootling around (not at all gracefully, but happily) before he curled up to sleep. That gave me enough incentive to stop crying, suck it up, and realize he DOESN'T want to go, yet.
So, I do what I can: feed him every couple of hours (in case it IS insulinoma and we can't see the tumors OR register it on the glucose meter), make damn sure he has textured flooring, keep his nails trimmed religiously, and keep an eye out for episodes. Next time, when it happens, I think I will actually vid it, so I have physical proof of it, AND I won't have to rely on my memory to describe the incident, either.
So, that's Hiko news.
In OTHER news, Yogi attacked Hiko yesterday. Yep, yesterday, when he was all wobbly. I should have realized that feeding Hiko baby food in their room, while Yogi and Sian are out in the hallway, is not a good idea. Yogi loves baby food as much as Hiko. He would not leave Hiko alone (especially as Hiko, because of the aforementioned wobbliness, had stepped in the food as well):
See that? When Yogi starts following Hiko around like that, and smelling his neck? Not Good things are about to happen. It's not really about maliciousness, more about Yogi getting frustrated and taking it out on the lowest on the totem pole. I kept calling him off, but I turned around for a second to reach for something, and next thing you know Yogi was roughing Hiko up. Got them separated, got Hiko calmed down, and took him with me to get more baby food so they could share a jar. It worked, and then after that Yogi calmed down and they were friends again. It wasn't like I wasn't going to give Yogi some, I was just going to wait until the room was done and they were back up to give it. Apparently, that is not good enough.
Also, in utterly adorable news, I gots me some lap time with all three. Not as a group, but Hiko got in my lap and laid down for a bit (which is not unusual, he does love doing that). Then he left to curl up in some empty trash bags they had scattered around the floor (don't knock it 'til you try it, apparently). Then Yogi actually crawls into my lap, and curls up after some cute face cleaning. I mean, seriously, they look like little beavers or something when they drag their paws down their face and all. IT IS TOO CUTE, MY HEART CAN'T TAKE THAT KIND OF ABUSE.
So, he's curled up, and I'm just about dying, because it's been a long time since he's done that. Meanwhile, Sian is running around like >:| >:| >:| because she can't believe she's not in my lap, even though she didn't want to be in my lap. I think she believes she should have free access to cuddling, therefore NO ONE ELSE should take "her" space, just in the off chance she wants it. As a result, she starts digging at my back and nipping me. All that tantruming stuff she still has not grown out of. Eventually, she curls up on top of Yogi (who slings his front leg over her, OMG BAYBEES, HOW SO ADORBS?) and naps, too.
Ugh, cuddle time FTW! \o/ I've definitely missed it. All three of them actually even cuddled together (before the laptime) braced against my leg. That's right - Yogi, Sian and Hiko actually group snuggled. WHAT.
In food news, they had mice the night before last:
Hiko heartily approved :) Today, they had eggs and crushed eggshell (that pic is actually the header now, obvs), and will finish the night with pork heart. YUMMERS :)
(you know, if there are people actually reading this, I am impressed. This blog is not known for its coherence, or, you know, its relevance to anybody but me. What it is known for is random badly taken pictures, CAPS, commas, parentheses, and poorly described stories. So, yeah. Here are my apologies. Your eyes will stop bleeding in 6-12 hours after reading, ahahahaha. :/ )