Post by NothingWrongwithOhio on Aug 14, 2014 9:29:57 GMT -5
I somehow ended up with four ferrets, none of which I named.
Rocky was the first, who I rescued from my brother. He was a good dude. Cute, quiet, liked to play around, never bit anyone, cuddled nicely.
Then I inherited Mickey, from a cousin. He was deaf and a little bitch. He bit everyone except me. I was seriously his favorite person in the whole world. He was also an escape artist and I would frequently come home to him noming down in the pantry despite the fact that all the doors to the ferret enclosure remained closed.
Next came Baseball and Scooby, from my uncle's family, named by a 3 and 5 y/o. They came to me malnourished, dirty, with ear mites and in really bad shape. Unfortunately, Baseball couldn't be helped and needed to be put down (he would have been renamed otherwise). Scooby was a fun dude.
Rocky ended up being put down due to stomach cancer (which I'm told is a common problem with "Marshall" ferrets, they're the main breeder of ferrets). Mickey and Scooby, I ended up placing with a woman in the Catskills who'd recently had to put her ferret down. They lived very happy lives.
Things that suck about ferrets: they smell to high holy heaven. One wasn't awful, but three was nearly unbearable. They're good at escaping and can fit through ridiculously tiny spaces. If they escape, they poop in random corners. But really, they smell. A lot. A lot, a lot.
I somehow ended up with four ferrets, none of which I named.
Rocky was the first, who I rescued from my brother. He was a good dude. Cute, quiet, liked to play around, never bit anyone, cuddled nicely.
Then I inherited Mickey, from a cousin. He was deaf and a little bitch. He bit everyone except me. I was seriously his favorite person in the whole world. He was also an escape artist and I would frequently come home to him noming down in the pantry despite the fact that all the doors to the ferret enclosure remained closed.
Next came Baseball and Scooby, from my uncle's family, named by a 3 and 5 y/o. They came to me malnourished, dirty, with ear mites and in really bad shape. Unfortunately, Baseball couldn't be helped and needed to be put down (he would have been renamed otherwise). Scooby was a fun dude.
Rocky ended up being put down due to stomach cancer (which I'm told is a common problem with "Marshall" ferrets, they're the main breeder of ferrets). Mickey and Scooby, I ended up placing with a woman in the Catskills who'd recently had to put her ferret down. They lived very happy lives.
Things that suck about ferrets: they smell to high holy heaven. One wasn't awful, but three was nearly unbearable. They're good at escaping and can fit through ridiculously tiny spaces. If they escape, they poop in random corners. But really, they smell. A lot. A lot, a lot.
I bought my ferrets that stuff you put in their water that helps them not smell. It worked wonders I had 2, a male and a female (Jerry and Bandit, adopted/rescued both), they were both marshall ones (blue tattoo on the ear).
I got them a cat tower and didn't fuss with most specialty ferret stuff besides a hammock, they loved the tower and spent most times sleeping in it. I loved them And I miss them. I used to keep a tennis raquet under my bed and Jerry would constantly run under there and you'd hear *zip zip zip* as he unzipped the case. And he'd steal socks and hoard them under things.
You want to discourage them from chasing feet - they love nibbling toes.
My friend had a ferret named Mr. Kennedy. They took nightly bubble baths together. Then Mr. Kennedy died in the dead of winter and the ground was too hard to bury him, so he stuck Mr. K. in the freezer and forgot about him for about a year.
I have no idea if he was ever properly put to rest.
The whole thing (the baths, the freezer) gave me the willies.
I somehow ended up with four ferrets, none of which I named.
Rocky was the first, who I rescued from my brother. He was a good dude. Cute, quiet, liked to play around, never bit anyone, cuddled nicely.
Then I inherited Mickey, from a cousin. He was deaf and a little bitch. He bit everyone except me. I was seriously his favorite person in the whole world. He was also an escape artist and I would frequently come home to him noming down in the pantry despite the fact that all the doors to the ferret enclosure remained closed.
Next came Baseball and Scooby, from my uncle's family, named by a 3 and 5 y/o. They came to me malnourished, dirty, with ear mites and in really bad shape. Unfortunately, Baseball couldn't be helped and needed to be put down (he would have been renamed otherwise). Scooby was a fun dude.
Rocky ended up being put down due to stomach cancer (which I'm told is a common problem with "Marshall" ferrets, they're the main breeder of ferrets). Mickey and Scooby, I ended up placing with a woman in the Catskills who'd recently had to put her ferret down. They lived very happy lives.
Things that suck about ferrets: they smell to high holy heaven. One wasn't awful, but three was nearly unbearable. They're good at escaping and can fit through ridiculously tiny spaces. If they escape, they poop in random corners. But really, they smell. A lot. A lot, a lot.
I bought my ferrets that stuff you put in their water that helps them not smell. It worked wonders I had 2, a male and a female (Jerry and Bandit, adopted/rescued both), they were both marshall ones (blue tattoo on the ear).
I got them a cat tower and didn't fuss with most specialty ferret stuff besides a hammock, they loved the tower and spent most times sleeping in it. I loved them And I miss them. I used to keep a tennis raquet under my bed and Jerry would constantly run under there and you'd hear *zip zip zip* as he unzipped the case. And he'd steal socks and hoard them under things.
You want to discourage them from chasing feet - they love nibbling toes.
I forgot the stealing/hoarding thing! Socks, hair ties, bottle caps, pens (one of my housemates had ALL of his pens, like three boxes, stolen over the course of a year and I found them in a ferret hidey hole under my dresser when we moved out. He still brings it up 8 years later).
Don't get me wrong, they were freaking adorable, but I suppose in my case, I was just taking them out of bad situations and didn't really bond with them except the asshole one. He also was smart enough to unzip/unbutton/unsnap/untie things. They were cute, but just not for me.
[/quote]I forgot the stealing/hoarding thing! Socks, hair ties, bottle caps, pens (one of my housemates had ALL of his pens, like three boxes, stolen over the course of a year and I found them in a ferret hidey hole under my dresser when we moved out. He still brings it up 8 years later).
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Ours ripped a hole in the bottom of a sofa and stashed everything inside the couch. Anytime anything went missing we'd tip the couch over until all their "treasures" came out. We had four at one time and it was nuts, they were cute little things though.