|Many years ago when we had few enough ferrets to allow them to free roam
all of the time, my wife woke me in the middle of the night. "Dick, wake
up, I hear something downstairs!"
"Mumph," was the most intelligent answer I could come up with on the spur of the moment. "I don't hear anything. Must be the house settling." - I was getting better with excuses. Then came a loud "crash," followed by "squeak, squeak, squeak."
With that, I was wide awake and out of the bed before I even thought about it. I crept down the stairs. The sound was definitely louder and coming from the kitchen. "Squeak, squeak, thud, thump, squeak." "Too loud for a burglar," I thought.
I rounded the corner, flipped the light switch, took one more step and ended up flat on my back on the tiled kitchen floor, with a very loud "thump" of my own and not to mention "OOOFFFF!"
From my new viewpoint on the floor, I could see the lazy susan cabinet in the corner going round and round, propelled by one ferret, while another riding the shelf was busily emptying the cabinet of odds and ends by shoving them out on the floor every time the opening led into the kitchen. Toaster - "clang." Box of pasta - "thump." All this while the lazy susan went "squeak, squeak, squeak."
Looking around some more, I discovered just WHY I was flat on my back on the kitchen floor. Someone (I wonder who?) had gotten the refrigerator open and dumped a bottle of salad dressing out on the floor, along with a few eggs, one dozen ears of corn, and other odds and ends. Ever try walking on salad dressing on tile? Ice has tremendous traction by comparison.
Ferrets are very clever critters.
One of the "culprits"...
|I, kat, asked Dick if he had any Pics of the ferrets. The one above,
Valentine, is one of the ones in the story...but here is the answer Dick gave me...which
happened to have another touching little tale in it...so here it is...[I added the links to
what he was mentioning.]
|Sure, use any of them. There are lots of pics in this version of
the Manual. Another blaze ferret is on my shoulder in the last page.
[I had asked him about the beautiful blaze on the page.]
|She was a little hellion. Loved to ride on my shoulder. Used to climb on the back of a chair when it was about time for me to come home from work, so she could look out the window for my car. When she saw me pull in the driveway, she'd dash to the front door to greet me. Her buddy was Andy, who is the panda close to the front of the Manual.|
|The ferret in the bucket was Berret. He was our mascot ferret for the
4 Li'l Paws Ferret Shelter for many years.
A real active guy. He was the inspiration for the "Berret
the Ferret" stories on the web page, just click on "Ferret Tales."
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