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. … Continue reading Friday Ferretblogging