Evidently several of you own ferrets...

islandman

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Let see 'em.

Olivia:

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Oliver:

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They look like they could turn on you. Any. Second. Now.
 
I'd love to own a ferret!
I could send it after all those fucking feral bunnies that destroy my vege garden and get into the hay :mad:
 
I was never a pet person until we got ferrets. A few years ago we got Booboo and Ferra for free from a friend who had to get rid of them due to their dog. We also got a big home made cage in the deal. This summer we added Sasha, i need to upload some pictures of her. She's bigger than both of them, probably combined!

But I love these ferrets, and will be heartbroken when they die. Booboo and Ferra are getting older and slower, so time is catching up with them


Booboo:

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booboo and ferra, she looks bigger than him here, but he's bigger than her:

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Ferrets.


As long as I live I'll always associate ferrets with the episode in Jay McInerney's Bright Lights, Big City where the protagonist releases one into the office of an old fart at the magazine, nearly causing the old guy's death.



Nasty little buggers.

 
Yes they are.


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Ha!

Oliver is five months old; Olivia is almost five years old. They don't really play, mostly because Olivia has been an only-ferret for too long. Oliver plays with the 50lbs dog all day.
 
Ha!

Oliver is five months old; Olivia is almost five years old. They don't really play, mostly because Olivia has been an only-ferret for too long. Oliver plays with the 50lbs dog all day.

When we got the pair we were advised to get them in pairs. (we still need to get sasha a playmate of her own age)

They bond strongly. From what we've read, it's not uncommon for a ferret to grieve themselves to death when their partner dies. That's why we picked up a third ferret. The other two are aging, and when one dies, we wanted the second to still have someone.

I love how ferrets play. They do the little war dance, and jump around. Sometimes they wrestle with each other, and chase each other around. Sasha is more vocal and chirps when she plays. Ferra hisses at her.

We let them out at night to play for a couple hours. Then will find them sleeping in a drawer, or box, or wherever is dark and cozy.
 
When we got the pair we were advised to get them in pairs. (we still need to get sasha a playmate of her own age)

They bond strongly. From what we've read, it's not uncommon for a ferret to grieve themselves to death when their partner dies. That's why we picked up a third ferret. The other two are aging, and when one dies, we wanted the second to still have someone.

I love how ferrets play. They do the little war dance, and jump around. Sometimes they wrestle with each other, and chase each other around. Sasha is more vocal and chirps when she plays. Ferra hisses at her.

We let them out at night to play for a couple hours. Then will find them sleeping in a drawer, or box, or wherever is dark and cozy.

Weasel war!

Agreed re pairs. I didn't have the option with Olivia, unfortunately. With Oliver, I've had him for about two months now and I've yet to take a shower that at some point he wasn't a part of. Part duck that one.

What toys do they have? Need to get Oliver some new ones.
 
...Tad lays the suitcase on the floor and flips the latches, then stands back. "Let him out," he says. You lift the top. Things happen quickly after that. The animal sinks its teeth into your hand. You jerk your hand away. There's a foot of ferret still attached. The pain is terrific. You shake your arm savagely, fling the thing toward Tad. Fred tears a swath out of Tad's pants leg before landing on the floor, careening around the room, upsetting boxes and finally holing up in the bookshelf behind a row of bound volumes of Scientific American.

Your hand is on fire. It is connected by red-hot wires to your brain, which is throbbing inside your skull. You shake your arm, spattering little red droplets on the walls. Tad's face is white. He leans down and gingerly examines the tear in his pants just below the crotch.

"Good Christ! One more inch..."

He is interrupted by a thump on the door...

-Jay McInerney
Bright Lights, Big City
New York, N.Y. 1984​



 
Weasels.

But seriously, they're adorable. I just never got into them because a friend of mine had two but they hated when people would come over so they'd hide. I never got to interact with them.
 
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