Monday, April 21, 2014

the times, they are a'changin

Last night, a coworker approached me.  She was oddly tentative, and I immediately knew something was up.   When she drew even, she glanced at me from under her lashes and said, "you have ferrets, right?  You said something about how you renovated your basement for them to run in?"

I thought, I mentioned that a long, long time ago.  I said, "yeah, yeah, I do.  What's going on?"

"I have this friend," my coworker said, "she has this ferret I'm worried about."

Ah, I thought.  "So, you want ... advice, to help your friend?"

"I wanted to come to you first," she said instead, "before I brought you up to her, maybe to rehome her ferret?  He's super sweet, but his cage is so dirty you can't see the bedding for all the poop!  I told her that's how animals die!"

I told her that I'd take him (him?  her?  I don't rightly know) if that's what her friend wants.  Or, I could help with advice, since she also claimed that her friend had the ferret just kind of dumped on her (but, still, you can't figure to clean poop out of a cage?  That's a no brainer.  And you can't use the internet to research?  How do people function?). 

I ultimately said yes, but I also said that I WOULD NOT be paying for this ferret (in the sense of a rehoming or "adoption" fee).  So, I suppose my coworker will be talking to her friend, and seeing if she'll be willing to give him (her?) up.

And I've got to get things ready for a potential new ferret.  I'm not sure how I feel about very hypothetically expanding my business.  I mean, yes, I want ferrets, but taking them in after others have had them?  Generally ends disastrously for me (i.e. Hiko) or at the very least ends up in a LOT of money spent (i.e. Hiko AND Anya).

But who am I kidding.  Owning them from kithood ends disastrously for me (Yew, Neera and Rula).  Drawing even, really.

I feel like I'm going to slowly turn into a rescue-only ferrent from here.  I think as long as I'm prepared for that kind of care-taking and its consequences, then that's not a bad thing at all.

Oh, well,  we'll see how things go.  I'd be interested in seeing his overall state, though.

Wednesday, April 16, 2014

this is what they do all day. so serious.

I am in that state of constantly reminding myself, "I still have three, I still have three."  They need me, they do.  I think I need them more, though, and in a very specific way it's almost unfair to put that need on them.

I try hard to be a good ferrent.  I fail a lot.  I get so caught up in the day to day things, that the ferrets often take a backseat to everything else.  Work.  My nieces.  The other animals (having three juvenile American pits is a tough task, and one I didn't necessarily want, but have accepted and embraced).

But I still have Yogi, Sian and Anya, and they deserve the best life I can give them, not just the remnants of what's left over when I can spare to give it.  Ferrets are my passion, and they did not choose me, I chose them.  I will always choose them.

Over the weekend, I used some of my tax return to splurge, and I got Sian+Yogi and Anya some toys.  Anya LOVED them, and she lost her mind (though she hasn't even gotten all of them, yet, haha).  Sian and Yogi were not as excited about them, as about the act of strange new things being placed into their room.  I think I could have saved quite a bit by just buying Anya toys galore and letting Sian and Yogi play with the boxes and wrapping.  Better believe eyes are rolling over here.

For picture evidence, this is what their room looked like before:

This is what it looks like, now, with the added toys:

They have a ball pit, a tunnel activity set, a hidey hole alligator and count them THREE ferret trees (plus the big bed over to the right and the smaller round one are new too). 

With all that, this is what they choose to do (besides being in the cage, which in the above you can see them leaving since I'm there taking pictures):

Sorry it's blurry, my new camera is crap at taking pictures, really.  But yes, sit there.  Ignoring everything.  W. T. F.

Oh, ferrets.  They don't make a lick of sense.

(and they'd have more room for the toys, if half the room didn't need to be piddle-padded.  the sad thing is, they STILL don't use them all the time.  ugh.)

Monday, April 14, 2014


I have to do it again.  April 10th I found Rula dead.

It happened much like with Neera, except the night before I noticed Rula didn't immediately snatch up a mouse to run off with.  At the time, I didn't think much of it, because I had overfed her the night before.

But, after picking up my nieces from school, I  came home and wanted to see if she had eaten.  So I go in her room, start walking to the cage, and I can see the mice in the same exact place I had put them.  Honestly, I knew right then. I just knew.  It was only a matter of finding the body.

I looked, and couldn't feel or see a body.  Then I looked at the sleepsack.  The infamous sleepsack.  The one Neera had died in last year, and that Rula never used, only - after I take it to wash - ever stuffs teddy bears into and sleeps ON top of. 

It had a lump in it, but all the usual stuffies that resided inside it were scattered around the cage.  I picked it up and looked inside, and there she was, cool, looking asleep with her tail curled over her face.  Just like her sister.

Same place, same way, and with no physical symptoms.  I think, truly, she was terribly depressed over both Neera's loss and my inability to spend as much time with her as she needed. Her final act was to get as close to her sister as she could, as she only ever wanted to do.

I don't know for sure if keeping her as a singlet was a mistake, but it most likely was.  Expanding the business was the only thing that saved Pixie, and let her live for years after Yew's death.  Maybe if I'd done the same for Rula, who loved Neera so deeply, I could have had her around for more than almost 3 years.  But I didn't, and all I know now is that she's joined Yew, Pixie, Hiko and Neera.

I love you, little one, and I just want you to be happy and with your sister again.  You waited long enough to rid yourself of that heartache.

I love you, I love you, I love you.

(2011 - 2014)