Just a little lonely in quarantine. I won't deny that my mother was right, she knew it would happen, and I've fallen in love with one of the little guys. His name is Jack- he's 7. A little old man, white and cream, can't weigh more than a pound. And I can see it in his eyes, he doesn't have a chance. He needs me. He needs a quiet home with lots of love and STABILITY. New faces every day? He came in with two other ferrets. Obviously he was with them all of his seven years. I'm not sure where they are now, he's by himself with ten other ferrets and he's SCARED. He needs me to protect him. If he has no pendings, I have to bring him home. No way will I leave him there.
What else? Erm, we finished watching Zombieland and I took a nap and cleaned my own ferrets cage. Clipped their nails, and filled their food. Little things like the Tator mishap really make you appreciate evrey day, you know? I have two beautiful little boys, not to mention a pretty littel gecko and two trouble making sugar gliders. I'm so lucky. And yes, I do love them all. And yes, I mean it when I say I won't leave them all behind next year.
We came home and took forever to eat dinner and I gushed about the SPCA and then we headed off to shei's house. I decided to take my boys for a ride and off we all went. It was so funny, we didn't say anything to Shei just watched as she tried to figure out how rascal had gotten so pudgy in the 20 minutse she'd been on a walk and why montana suddenly had two heads and-ohh, there was clearly too many little faces. haha! They all played and took a big long nap together.
We played Apples to Apples Junior and it was as fun as I always dreamed it would be. I know that's absolutely ridiculous, but I've wanted to play for yearas and never been given the opportunity. I won, too. And I guess I have a really jiggly bum. Especially when I laugh.