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Ugh, why, 6:30? Why?
Jun. 23rd, 2007 06:29 amWoke up to the very distinctive noise of ferret on wood laminate floor (skitterskitteryskitteryskittery, if you were curious) and was wholly confused, as I knew I had fished them out of the bottom of my couch (they've torn through the liner on the bottom and hoard things in it) last night. Wondered: WTF is the cat doing?
Got up and investigated the distinctly ferrety noises coming from my closet.
Little ferret in my closet, with cat close on hand giving me the "Moooom, the ferret is doing something she's not supposed toooo." face. Anthropomorphizing him, I like to think that he hopes that if he tattles, she'll get kicked off Pet Island because she freaks him the fuck out.
Now, having not noted the time, my brain rebelled from thinking it could be this early and I assumed that the Roommate Sarah had gotten up and let out the ferrets, so I got up to ask her to remember to close my door before she lets them free.
No Sarah. Did she let them out and then have to leave before she could corral little ferret? I stick it back in it's (closed) cage and head back to bedroom after taking the tubes of wrapping paper that are leaning against the cage away so they don't tear them apart (more).
Skitter skittery skittery skittery.
WTF.
I got back up to find little ferret trying to drag the new Fuzzy Jingley Ball on Boingy Spring Attached to Carpeted Board toy under one of our shelves. Because all toys must be hoarded, not played with. I briefly wondered if I'm losing my mind and take her back to her cage to figure out how the hell she got out. Wondered if we need to rename her Kitty Pryde, because I was finding nothing.
I stuck her back in the cage and watched, as I can't just let her, no matter how mysterious the means, roam free unsupervised.
Two innocent ferret faces stared back at me.
Finally, I noticed that on the side of the cage facing the wall has a little door on the side at the top shelf and it was open. I closed that sucker up and stare at them suspiciously for another moment-- just in case.
And then I went back into my room, noticed it was 6:20am and that I was wide awake.
Dammit.
Got up and investigated the distinctly ferrety noises coming from my closet.
Little ferret in my closet, with cat close on hand giving me the "Moooom, the ferret is doing something she's not supposed toooo." face. Anthropomorphizing him, I like to think that he hopes that if he tattles, she'll get kicked off Pet Island because she freaks him the fuck out.
Now, having not noted the time, my brain rebelled from thinking it could be this early and I assumed that the Roommate Sarah had gotten up and let out the ferrets, so I got up to ask her to remember to close my door before she lets them free.
No Sarah. Did she let them out and then have to leave before she could corral little ferret? I stick it back in it's (closed) cage and head back to bedroom after taking the tubes of wrapping paper that are leaning against the cage away so they don't tear them apart (more).
Skitter skittery skittery skittery.
WTF.
I got back up to find little ferret trying to drag the new Fuzzy Jingley Ball on Boingy Spring Attached to Carpeted Board toy under one of our shelves. Because all toys must be hoarded, not played with. I briefly wondered if I'm losing my mind and take her back to her cage to figure out how the hell she got out. Wondered if we need to rename her Kitty Pryde, because I was finding nothing.
I stuck her back in the cage and watched, as I can't just let her, no matter how mysterious the means, roam free unsupervised.
Two innocent ferret faces stared back at me.
Finally, I noticed that on the side of the cage facing the wall has a little door on the side at the top shelf and it was open. I closed that sucker up and stare at them suspiciously for another moment-- just in case.
And then I went back into my room, noticed it was 6:20am and that I was wide awake.
Dammit.