There is something absolutely glorious about listening to rescue ferrets play in the morning. Being a creature of deeply ingrained habit, I was checking my email first thing in the morning, and became mightily distracted due to the sounds coming from the ferret cage. Sigyn, Alicia, and Celia were up in the hanging nest duking (a low sort of purring chitter, the ferret happy noise) to each other and rolling about in play.
Alicia, who was more or less on deaths door when she was surrendered to the rescue and had NO idea how to be a ferret (she came with a...hamster ball...). Sigyn who has only been here a few weeks. And Celia, who has become our all-purpose mothering ferret since she joined the household in November, even though she is just about a year old. I love seeing everyone acting like healthy, adjusted ferrets.
Sigyn eventually fell out of the hanging nest, but she is still at the awkward baby stage so it was expected. She has now chased Selena, the ferret she was surrendered with (another very young female), out of the octopus toy
and they are having a grand tussle around the bottom of the cage.
Adoption event next month. On one hand, it will be great to introduce the kids to potential adopters, and it is ALWAYS fun to run into the 'but I thought they were smelly and mean' comment and merrily burst that bubble. On the other hand...can't I just hide Sigyn in the octopus and pretend she was here all along?