Susan

 Life goes on, right?

Finishing my last paper for grad school (the most dry, unappealing thing I have ever written. Ever.) and working at acclimating the new Life Long Tails Rescue member to her foster home. Meet Susan (her name was Sphinx, but I vetoed that. For some reason all my ferrets need to have rather generic use names that are only amusing to people who have read the same books as I. Susan is named Susan as she is generally disapproving of everything and I do love reading Pratchett).

   

She is five years old, terrified of even Oliver, smells vaguely of cigarette smoke, and has been living on Meow Mix. I think I have another project. As if Sid wasn't enough of an adventure in teaching a ferret how to be a ferret...

She is a sweetie though.