Broots is a bad, bad, bad, bad boy.
Well, today Broots escaped from his cage and was running amuck in the piano room--well, only amuck if you count his murderous frenzy on some papers and low-lying books that he knocked off the shelves and made a mess with. I wish I had taken pictures, but we were more concerned with cleaning up and trying to ensure that he could not get out of the cage again. See, we had lost a cage door and have a call in to Marshall to expedite a replacement. So we jury-rigged a new "door" on from one of our oven racks. The bars were barely wider apart than the cage. Barely in this case translates to "just far enough to slip through" in ferret. So for now we have threaded a blanket in-between the bars to avoid him slipping through.
I hope Marshall's call us back soon for the replacement door! Our books cannot withstand another Broots attack! Strangely enough, our much skinnier little girl, Zoe, did not escape. In fact, she was looking out of the top of the cage sadly as Broots had all the fun.
