In a futile attempt to live like grown-ups, we purchased a thing to store all the ferret toys in so they won’t be strewed all over the dining room all the time. It basically doubles as an ottoman, or a stool or something, it’s hollow, etc. Bucky and Riot, natch, have repurposed it as a nesting box.
The other night I was tearing the dining room apart looking for the little fuckers in every towel, tube, hammock and other place they like to stash themselves, to no avail, when I heard this rustling coming from the cube:
I give up. My house is just one big ferret cage.