The Oreos are already gone. I have to find something to attach the "Beware of Attack Ferret" sign to. And I'm fiddling around trying to figure out a way to send only some of my news from Google Reader to my Kindle.
Showing posts with label ferret. Show all posts
Showing posts with label ferret. Show all posts
4.02.2011
Loot
My birthday was on Wednesday. There was loot.
The Oreos are already gone. I have to find something to attach the "Beware of Attack Ferret" sign to. And I'm fiddling around trying to figure out a way to send only some of my news from Google Reader to my Kindle.
The Oreos are already gone. I have to find something to attach the "Beware of Attack Ferret" sign to. And I'm fiddling around trying to figure out a way to send only some of my news from Google Reader to my Kindle.
2.02.2010
1.25.2010
Hurray!
Police Rescue 150 Stolen Ferrets in Mexico City - ABC News
Ferret abduction is serious business. Also, I have to imagine that the thieves had no idea what was in the boxes when they stole them. I sort of wish they had gotten somewhere and had to deal with 150 pissed-off, bored, hungry ferrets.
11.21.2009
10.27.2009
8.16.2009
Be afraid, be very afraid (again)
My friend Chip was kind enough to remind me of this advertisement today. Even though I hate Mountain Dew, I lurrrve the commercial:
4.03.2009
Craft Leftovers � Sleepy Ferret Hammock :: Free Sewing Pattern!
Craft Leftovers � Sleepy Ferret Hammock :: Free Sewing Pattern!
Hurray for ferret related crafts! Alas, we no longer have a pet ferret, but my husband and I did in college. Her name was Bandit and we adopted her when she was about 2 from a trucker who simply didn't have time for her anymore. She was a handful and a joy. I don't know if I could keep up with the mischievous shenanigans of a ferret these days and I know our current apartment would be nearly impossible to ferret-proof. Not to mention how deeply offended Oreo would be by the introduction of another baby. He met Bandit when she lived with hubby before we were able to both be in Chicago and she tormented him terribly. Being clever, she realized that he couldn't possibly hurt her if she was in her cage, so she taunted him by doing what we called the "stripper-dance" - stretching up on her back legs with her front paws on the rails and then sinuously slinking down.
She was a darling, though. Maybe I'll manage at least volunteering at a ferret shelter even in we can't manage another one of our own.
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