We currently are in servivce to 12 fuzzies. Started with the 2 that step daughter in college rescued/adopted, then she was on the verge of being kicked out for having them. Soooo..enter Pistachio and Peanut into our household August 07. It was instant love with daily research. 4 months later for Christmas, hubby puts on his sad face and mentions he would really like a third. At a Christmas party, a friend tells us she saw a fuzzie at PetCo. Next day, we didn't speak or it at all, then 1 hour before store closed, I called, verified they indeed had fuzzies, and we raced up there to see. (I told hubby he could have ONE) . The young fella who worked there opened the habitat, and all THREE fuzzies were instantly on hubby, in his hair, on his chest, up on his shoulder. I swear I will never forget that look on his face, of pure love-happiness-rapture. The store-fella asks 'which one do you want?'...so what could I do? Enter JackieFerretRocket, Cisco Kid, and Carmen. Now we have 5. Soon after , Cisco was tested for lymphoma (negative!) and Jackie was treated for a blocked tear duct. The following February, a member here needed to rehome her DEW. Yup...we drove 16 hours round trip to get #6-Frodo, home. In April, another member was up against a wall and required a good home for his lil girl. Enter #7-Jessie. During the adoptions, I was smitten with a GFX kit in N.Carolina. I promised myself 8 was plenty, we would be set in our business. In May, with the invaluable assistance of Wenmister, enter #8-GFX's Squeak. Now at work I was dubbed 'the crazy ferret lady' . I had a dream in June, I woke in tears, looking for the ferret I was holding in my arms, his name was Mandrake in the dream. So I go to work (one of my duties is teaching) I'm introduced to a wonderful lady to orient to the ER routine, new EMT...my cooworker introduces me as 'the crazy ferret lady'...and this lady's eyes light up..Long story short...enter #9 Mandrake, who her young son was no longer interested in. (his name was
Rusty) . He was a dead ringer for the fuzzy in my dream. Now it is after Christmas, I look at Craigs list, and there is fuzzie to be rehomed close by. January 2, enter #10-Showy, our first true rescue/adoption. Trust me, you don't want the details. This July, a good friend I had been mentoring, came to the decision she wasn't giving her girls enough time. Enter #11 & #12 Star and Luna (formerly Eclipse).
Now that you actually stayed to read my whole post, let me say, I love each and every one, they get to the vet twice a year unless we have other health issues, they are tested for ADV, are up to date on Rabies, and distemper, live in 2 side by side FN 143's. Eat mice, chicks, quail, soupies, raw chicken, and have a high quality 4 kibble blend available 24/7. I can cut 240 toenails in under a half hour.
They are separated into 2 groups, 5 and 7, each gets out of cage time 2-2.5 hours twice a day. I play with all of them, they poop a lot, I clean it. In cage they are potty trained, out..well..not so much. Occasionally we have an accidental hit IN the remote potties. Laundry day every 6-7 days is 2 full loads. It is expensive, shopping bargains is a must. As is my full time employment.
. Hubby is officially retired, I could not do this all alone. Our vets (an excellent specalized group) know we rescue/adopt, we get a bit of a break on bills. Now, am I hoarder? A ferret Messiah? A loon? Don't know. I do hope I'm done!
Forgot to mention, they get to have the dining room, living room, hallways, den, and bathroom to play in, double playpen for outside play, snow brought in for winter play times, they are so spoiled, they are so loved.
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