Everything I Like Causes Cancer

Right after college I rented a house with a couple of guys. We had pets, all kinds of pets. We had an iguana, two parakeets, an Oscar fish, a dog or two, and two ferrets. The ferrets were my favorites. I can't remember their names anymore but those two were hilarious!

They were brother and sister and I got them from a friend who was moving and couldn't keep them in the his new apartment. The little girl had hydrocephalus which meant that periodically her head would swell and she would just lay around the cage until she felt better. I'd had them for about a year when she had an episode that didn't get better. The vet couldn't do anything about it so I had to put her down. I still get weepy thinking about her.

But while we had them, we had fun! We had a remote control car that we ran around the house just for the boy because he loved to chase it and bite the tires. If you slowed it down enough he would jump on and ride it. About once a week I'd throw them in the tub for bath time and they loved it! I always had to leave my desk drawers open a smidge because they used it as a jungle gym - you never knew when an insatiably curious little head would come popping out of a drawer.

I loved those little turds and wish I had thought about ferrets before I got my cats. Don't get me wrong, I love my boys, but ferrets are SO MUCH FUN!

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I really need to get a life.