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gabriel
Love and ferrets and pretending to be a writer.

2004-01-01 9:09 PM
ferret scare

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When I have NT in the title of an entry, that means that it is Not True. I like making stuff up, and why not make it up on here? It is my journal, and I'll do whatever I darned well please with it. Also, typoes will be included from now on, free of charge. I have written that before, but then I go back and clean stuff up anyway. I am such a proud creature.

The ferrets are: asleep, tired and happy

Weather: cold and cloudy with five inches of snow on the ground

Reading: Ferrets for Dummies

Listening to in the car: Probable Future

This afternoon after their walk in the snow the ferts were messing around in the house, the way they do, for some time, then I thought they were probably getting tired. I located Tazo and scooped her up and walked around holding her looking for Sally. Couldn't find her anywhere till I took the flashlight (necessary equipment for fuzzy parents) and shined it into their tunnel. Their tunnel is the 12' long drainpipe we got them for Christmas that makes the living room appear to have a severe water problem. It's 6" wide, supposedly too big for a fuzzy to get stuck inside. There she was, about five feet in, filling up the tunnel, her back towards me sice she was sitting on her butt leaned forward, her fuzzy tummy bulging out on either side.

It looked to me like she was breathing hard and it scared me. I called her, I scratched the top of the tunnel. I told Tazo to go get her. Tazo looked at me like I was nuts. I threw a ball in there, which Tazo obligingly chased, making all kinds of racket. No response from Sally. I ran into my office and called Gregg at work. He said that it was impossible for Sally to get stuck in there and that she was probably just sleeping, and then his other line rang and he put me on hold!

Well, I started looking for the vet's phone number and while I looked I was close to crying, saying, "Oh, my poor Sally, oh, Sally, Sally." Then I felt a soft touch on my leg, and there was Sally with a paw on my leg, looking up at me as if to ask, "What's wrong, Mom?" She has come to me like that before when she's heard me crying (I still cry over Snowy once in awhile) and kissed my nose when I picked her up.

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