Holy Busy Day, Batman.

It’s been an unusually hectic, and somewhat exciting, day. And maybe not exciting in the good sense.

It started off fast. We slept in, and when we woke up we got a little surprise. Ash got dressed before me and went into the living room. I was still rolling around trying to wake up when I heard her say, “Come help me find the ferrets!” I was awake in a shot and ran into the living room to find kleenex, paper towel, plackers, and absolute destruction strewn around the room like a hurricane had blown through (or, in this case, two tiny tropical storms).

It didn’t take long to find the culprits. Drake had returned to his bed inside their cage, and a quick searched turned up Nate, curled up inside the sleeve of Ash’s winter jacket which they had pulled to the floor. He was utterly adorable, and I quote Ash in saying, “You’re lucky you guys are cute.” I cleaned up their mess and then, because I was on a role, I cleaned the entire bathroom including mopping the floor and cleaning the toilet. Wow, the boys actually gave me motivation to do something. Gotta love the ferrets.

Ferret Boys

It wasn’t the end of the excitement though. About an hour later, I walked into the bedroom to discover that Akima had managed to get into the bookshelf and scoop out one of our bettas from his tank. I screamed several forms of curses at the cat while Ash rushed in and, with her clear-headedness and calm demeanor in the face of my panic, picked up Aristotle and plopped him back into his tank. I thought for sure he was a goner, but Ash cleaned out his tank and we put him in a little healing bath for a few minutes. We still aren’t sure he’s going to make it through the night, but he’s in a very clean tank now and he’s swimming to the top to breathe on his own now (earlier, we had to use a spoon to guide him to the top since he was too weak to do it himself). His health still keeps going back and forth though, so we’ve had him with us in the living room to monitor him all day. I’m hoping he’ll pull through.

I’ve also been doing laundry, working on WordPress themes (including setting up a blog for Ash and making a design for her), and we’ve watched tons of House M.D. So amongst all the excitement and anxiety of the day, it’s also been productive but relaxing. How? I have no idea, but it’s been that sort of day.

How’s your day been?

Ferret Wrangling.

The ferret boys had quite the romp today. Generally when I clean their bedding, I let them run loose through the house, but because I hadn’t ferret-proofed the living room before hand today, I attempted the impossible: cleaning their cage while simultaneously trying to keep them from escaping. Believe me, I would have had better luck convincing Sarah Palin that Global Warming really was influenced by humanity.

I mistakenly thought I would have a chance at it for the sole purpose that only one of them, Nate, was awake. As soon as I opened the bottom door to get at their bedding, Nate came to investigate and very discreetly (or so he thought) tried to slip past my hand. I shoved him back. He tried again. I shoved him back. This went on for a few minutes as I scooped out the dirty bedding and dumped it into the trash. A few times the only reason he stayed in was because I somehow maneuvered my leg so that I could push him back with my foot, bracing myself with one hand, and scooping with the other. It was very much like trying to play a game of twister with a ferret, a trash bag, and some very stinky Carefresh.

Everything was going according to plan until I realized that I hadn’t brought the new bag of Carefresh close enough for easy reach. Here was my mistake. Instead of shutting the cage door like a thinking individual would do, I decided to just reach for it while still holding Nate back with one foot. Nate, of course, saw his opportunity, and while I was half-sprawled across the carpet trying to grab the corner of the Carefresh bag, he jumped my foot in one smooth, graceful leap, and was gone in a furry little flash. I jumped up and tried to head him off before he could destroy the living room but he ducked into the kitchen and made a head-long slide under the refrigerator. While I lay on the tiled floor and tried to coax him out, I heard the unmistakable sound of a cat being terrorized by a ferret (it’s a very distinct sound, half-hiss, half-growl, ending with a high-pitched meow). Popping my head up over the kitchen counter, I saw that Drake, our other ferret, had woken up, seen a clear and undefended escape route and taken it, making a bee-line for Merlin, our youngest cat, sleeping on a pillow on the floor.

To cut this already too-long story short, I finally managed to get Nate out from under the fridge with a ferret treat, saved Merlin from Drake’s play-tackles, got them both back in their four story ferret apartment, and got the bedding cleaned and replaced.

Ferret wrangling should be a paid gig. I’d be a gold-star professional.