A home for a ferret We had wanted a pet for some time. Having bought our own home, we were no longer restricted by a “cats only” lease (my husband is severely allergic to cats and dogs). After some research, we adopted an 8-month-old ferret whom we named Minion. We bought him a top-of-the line two-story cage and a large playpen to romp around in, as well as a few ferret-safe toys. We have found, however, that much like cats and some small children his favorite toys are always the simplest and cheapest ones: a felt-covered dowel rod, a ball of yarn or a duffel bag full of my husband’s work things. At the top of the list is Minion’s box. Nothing more than a cardboard box with an entrance hole, adding a towel or piece of scrap fleece transforms it into the perfect hidey-hole in which to sleep, play or simply hide treats for later snacking. In this picture, Minion is comfortably ensconced in his box watching me take his photo. I have to be quick, because he never stays still for long! Michele Ogle, Bessemer City, Rutherford EMC |
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