I no longer use this blog, but I'm leaving it up for archival purposes. Feel free to ask me ferret questions, though, through email instead. (See most recent post.)
Life is still HECTIC AS HECK! so I’m not really back for realsies, just thought I’d catch up on some questions y’all had. Being away from the obligations of tumblr has been pretty liberating, and I realized that mindlessly scrolling through hundreds of posts is pretty mind-numbing, so chances are I won’t come back.
If you guys have ferret questions, do not hesitate to email me, because I love ferrets and if you love ferrets then chances are I love you, too.
So here ya go.
Hit me up. Send me pictures. Updates. Whatever. Ferret people: I love you and want to help you.
ferretorium: Put litter boxes in the corners, then! I cut the edges on a normal, square, Petco kitten litter box. Cut it so that the entrance is low enough and they just walk in. That works for mine.
The litter boxes are in the corners. They keep going next to the litter box. The kitty litter box seems like a good idea.
Yeah. I used a pair of shears (like for pruning bushes, lol) and just chopped the edges off. I’ll take a photo for you. It really works!
I think it’s human nature to want to feel needed. A person needs me, a child needs me, etc. For me, though, it’s animals. This animal needs me, I care for it, and it is a point of pride that I offer it the best care by any standards. It started with my snakes, then my ferrets, and finally my rescue dog. They drain my finances, but I won’t trade them for the world. When other people are out at bars and paying to get into expensive movies, I’m at home giving my dog an $8 bully stick because it makes him happy. I’m spending $80 a month on raw food for my ferrets so they live long healthy lives. Simply: making animals happy makes me happy. When I see my snakes peeking at me from under their favorite hiding spot, content in their homes, I smile. When I stroke the rabbit-soft fur of my ferrets that comes from their superior diet, I smile. When my dog sits and lays down on command from the weekly training classes I enroll him in, I smile. Caring for living things gives me the most beautiful sense of fulfillment. I don’t think I’ll ever be without some type of animal companion in my life. I can’t imagine the lonely, abyssal void their absence would create. Being around animals is therapeutic. Even cleaning fish tanks and scooping litter boxes is fulfilling work, because it’s not for me, it’s for them. And that’s the difference they’ve made in my life: they give me a purpose higher than myself.