Thanks for all the kindness about Bucky this week. I miss my fat stuffy friend terribly.
The depression of being Bucky-less has not been helped by how happy Claire is to be an only (furry) child. I mean every day she is out of the cage, running around the room, playing with toys one by one as if to say AND THIS IS MINE AND THIS IS MINE AND THIS IS MINE AND IT’S ALL MINE NOW I DON’T HAVE TO SHARE WITH ANYONE MINE MINE MINE!
Possibly I am projecting.
Still, her newfound bouncy joy helps assuage some of my likely unwise urges to get a second ferret right away. With Kick we’re kind of packed into our urban hellhole, and Mr. A has been agitating to have his office free of weasels until we move to someplace with more room. It appears that for the meantime Claire will get to keep all the attention to herself.