How I Roll

They were plumb tuckered after their vet trip. Broots is the headless ferret (it is over the back of their hammock...I don't know why he likes to sleep this way). Zoë is lauging at him.

Sleepy Babies

Marni took this after their vet trip. Zoë wouldn't let the vet get ahold of her, but Broots wasn't so lucky. He met the business end of a thermometer. I'm sure he'll show us his business end in retaliation. :/

Well, our little boy ferret, Broots, got out of the cage somehow this morning. Brin actually alerted me to it, though I had thought he was just hiding. He called me about some work he was doing at the house and thought it was kinda cool that we had a weasel in the cage. When I got home for lunch, I looked for the other one that I assumed had been curled up in his bedding...like usual. He was not in the cage.

This is Broots, AKA the little shit machine.

Broots sleeping soundly

He's usually a lot more active than that, often trying to get out of the cage.

So they are in the piano room. There are french doors that were still closed, a closet, and (dun, dun, duhhhhn!) an open vent. But they can't get out of the cage right? I thought that was the case when I took the little "never-out" food dish out of the cage because Zoë was digging out all the food and then nosing her way up and out of the container!

Food dish like this

The food dish was like those pictured above, but smaller. So she would dig out the food and then squeeze into the hole and up the inside chamber. Then she would nose her way out. I just happened to catch her doing this so I took out the food dish and just put the food inside the cage. Since Broots is smaller, I knew he could much more easily do this. The dish had to go...

But I still am unsure how he got out. There is a top section of the cage that they could push on and he might be able to get out...and that is probably it--regardless, we have wire-tied it closed. But I wheeled them into the master bathroom where we play with them just in case the get out. At least I know that they cannot do *much* harm in there (or get out of the bathroom since there is only one door, a tight vent with holes too small for them to get through, and no exposed holes anywhere).

Plus their toys are in there.

Zoe in her Tube

That's right! Marni and I are now the proud parents of two little slinkies with fur, AKA: Ferrets. Their names are Zoë and Broots. Zoë means "life" in Greek, though that is not the real reason that we named her that. We named her after a character we liked profoundly in The Pretender series. Which is also where we got the name Broots for our little boy.

Sleeping Babies

I'm lucky that I got this picture of them. The other ones that we tried to take were all blurry since they are constantly in motion (unless sleeping). Like this one of Broots playing with his favorite toy (better than anything that we bought!). It is a water bottle that he chases all over the bathroom and omNomNom's on in excitement. He is singularly minded on getting the damn thing whenever he notices it is in the same room as he is. 

Broots omNomNoming the bottle

Zoë thinks that it is interesting, but is more excited to run and jump and get mom and dad. She's also a little explorer. He probably would be too if we did not have a bottle for him to chase insanely around the room.

Zoe exploring the Master Bath

I am not sure why the bottle is not moving in this picture. If there is a bottle nearby, Broots is usually attacking it; often shoving it into Zoe as she explores and rolling right over her.

Right now we have them in our piano/book room where we have our Christmas tree. Marni and I decorated it the other night and when we were looking for a place for the babies, it seemed like a nice (warm) place for them.

Our Christmas Tree

 Broots likes to dig in his food dish and they are definitely little shit machines, but they're beautiful and warm and funny! Now if we can get all of our Christmas/Hanukkah cards out, we won't be as rushed!