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naudiz and I hit the town, that’s a recipe for all kinds of silliness, then we throw G into the mix and he readily floats to the top at the point of least resistance. Then, fill our bellies with delicious pancakes and send us trucking off to Zany Zoo to play with the animals and disaster looms perilously close. There were 5 puppies that all needed petting and roughing. There was a cute little kitten that claimed Naudiz that needed to be touched. There were floppy-eared bunnies crying out for pets. Then, there were the ferrets. Oh, gods and goddesses, there were the ferrets.
There were two of them in a cage near the dogs, a youngling and a year old. The youngling called to me from the moment I stepped in the store. He was hellacious. We were in there close to an hour and he was full of fire and fury the whole time. Needless to say, he was worth more than 100 times his weight in trouble… and I love him. It was with strength and resolve beyond my normal means that I left that place alone. And mostly because I know that G doesn’t want a ferret. But, glorifications, I was so owned by that little guy.
Then, there was the homecoming. I sat on the floor to greet my girls and before any love was given, they took to sniffing me all up and down the hands and arms.
“Other animals!!! You’ve been cheating on us with OTHER animals! You hussy!”
And worst of all, was the glaring scent of ferret. Morgana remembers that scent all too well. The scent of sleeping time bombs, fur covered slinkys of pure trouble and chaos. Aldina has forgiven me, though she is currently camped out on my lap as I type to make sure she is the dominant smell on me, but Morgana has turned her nose at me. There will be no love until I’ve been taught a lesson. It’s going to take a whole lot of treats and favour to make up for this.
I am in more trouble than should be allowed.
naudiz and I hit the town, that’s a recipe for all kinds of silliness, then we throw G into the mix and he readily floats to the top at the point of least resistance. Then, fill our bellies with delicious pancakes and send us trucking off to Zany Zoo to play with the animals and disaster looms perilously close. There were 5 puppies that all needed petting and roughing. There was a cute little kitten that claimed Naudiz that needed to be touched. There were floppy-eared bunnies crying out for pets. Then, there were the ferrets. Oh, gods and goddesses, there were the ferrets. There were two of them in a cage near the dogs, a youngling and a year old. The youngling called to me from the moment I stepped in the store. He was hellacious. We were in there close to an hour and he was full of fire and fury the whole time. Needless to say, he was worth more than 100 times his weight in trouble… and I love him. It was with strength and resolve beyond my normal means that I left that place alone. And mostly because I know that G doesn’t want a ferret. But, glorifications, I was so owned by that little guy.
Then, there was the homecoming. I sat on the floor to greet my girls and before any love was given, they took to sniffing me all up and down the hands and arms.
“Other animals!!! You’ve been cheating on us with OTHER animals! You hussy!”
And worst of all, was the glaring scent of ferret. Morgana remembers that scent all too well. The scent of sleeping time bombs, fur covered slinkys of pure trouble and chaos. Aldina has forgiven me, though she is currently camped out on my lap as I type to make sure she is the dominant smell on me, but Morgana has turned her nose at me. There will be no love until I’ve been taught a lesson. It’s going to take a whole lot of treats and favour to make up for this.
I am in more trouble than should be allowed.
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Just sayin', is all.
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And I came dangerously close to bringing home terror in a fur coat. My goodness, that kitten was a bad little boy, and it only made me want him more.
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