So. It’s been an eventful week. Come Saturday we decided Riot’s sulking wasn’t natural and also wasn’t entirely Bucky-related and so off he went to the vet, where he was diagnosed with some kind of stomach problem and then put on a cocktail of meds that made him barf. Yeah. You’ve got me, there, too. After some adustments, he kept some of the meds down and started eating again, and by today has recovered enough to join in some good old fashioned Little Brother Thrashing:
Overall, though, they’re getting on well. Bucky prefers Puck of the two, I think, because Puck is more patient and Riot is more apt to smack Bucky with a paw if he’s not in the mood for it. Puck likes having someone warm to sleep entirely on top of, and Bucky likes chasing us as we walk through the dining room and jumping at our pant legs and pulling. Play with me, play with me, play with me, all day long.
It’s nice having three again. Or as Mr. A put it to me yesterday morning, “It’s strange seeing one ferret in this room, one ferret in the other room, and STILL feeling someone else nibbling on your feet.”
A.