Thursday, December 31, 2009


     11:30pm December 31, 2009 I sit here with my glass of champagne waiting for the clock to strike midnight. I think about the year we are leaving and what it meant to me. It was a year of good and bad. I lost my beloved Galahad galahad to Adrenal disease and watched my son graduate from high school. P5030016 I was unemployed for most of 2009 and was able to work on my writing. I received rejection letters and started this blog.

     Many of us have goals for the coming year. Some we have shared and many we haven’t. I know that one of my main goals is to work on this blog and improve my writing along the way. There are other goals but they are for things only in the beginning stages.

     I awoke to more snow today leaving the world a blank page to create something beautiful. I took some pictures of the bloodhound making dogging angelskodak 070 and Lance and James snorkeling in the snow. kodak 077 kodak 090 Gweny couldn't play in the snow because she doesn't have the fur to keep her from getting frostbite. gweny1

     While I am not sure of the direction, I am going to take this blog I do know that I want to keep people informed about my three little fur children and their antics.

     I will be keeping up with the plight of the Black-footed ferret and those that are helping to reintroduce it back into its original habitats. December saw Canada releasing thirty plus Black-footed Ferrets back into the wild. blkfootedferret2

     I look towards the coming year and all the hidden treasures it holds for those willing to take the chance and plunge into it with a child like gusto. I suppose it’s more like the curiosity of a ferret for me. I need to know the hows and whys of things. This can lead me to finding out so much information that I have to step back from it so what is important floats to the top and the rest is washed away.

Happy New Year


May 2010 be the year for us all.


Friday, December 25, 2009

Merry Christmas

     To all who believe and celebrate this day. May you have found the truth in the meaning of Christmas. May you have received all that you wished for from loved ones. I hope that you are able to be with them this holiday season.

     May the world for a single day feel the Peace descend on it and wish for more of it. May the rest of us, rejoice in the beauty Mother Nature has put for us for our enjoyment. May the winged fly without fear and the four-legged feel freedom of the woods, and plains.

     May those that fight for those without a voice succeed in their endeavors and keep being rewarded with small achievements against great odds.

     May you all feel blessed and continue to be so in the coming year.

     Merry Christmas and Happy Holidays from all of us at Enlightened Ferret.

Gweny, James, Lance, Trixie, Majic, Judy, and Jo

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Wednesday, December 23, 2009

Tis the Season

     To have gaily wrapped presents under a tree. Homemade goodies and candies piled up on the counter from neighbors and friends or our own ovens. We let our guard down about our animals. Forgetting that some of the most wonderful things about this time of year can also be the most deadliest.

     Wrapping paper with its colorful print or metallic shine entices a ferret to come play with it. We forget that ferrets are the forever child that needs constant supervision. They love to put things into their mouths that could ultimately kill them. Some wrapping paper comes from around the world and the dyes that are used maybe toxic to a ferret who likes to lick paper. The metallic paper can produce its own hazard if it is ingested depending on what is used to give it the metallic look.

     Chocolate is poisonous to more than just ferrets. As can an overload of sugar be dangerous to a ferret. Candies often are called lick and sticks by ferret owners because a ferret will lick a piece of candy until it is sticky and then leave it somewhere to glue its self in place or the unsuspecting hooman steps on said piece of pilfered candy in his/her bare feet.

     Holiday plants pose their own brand of dangers. Some are toxic to animals and children that chew on them. The Christmas tree holds a number of hazards. The main one is its height. Remember ferrets don’t have depth perception so they always think they are only a few inches off the floor when in reality they are four to eight feet off of it and they love to climb.

     Next are those beautiful blinking lights. While they may memorize us with their beauty, a ferret wants that nifty bulb for him/herself. They don’t know there is electricity running through those wires or that the whole tree will come crashing down while pulling on that one bulb.

     If it is a live tree the pan with the water may have chemicals in it to preserve the tree for the time it is indoors. A ferret sees it as just another pan of water for them. Artificial trees cause problems when a ferret chews on the plastic needles and some of those sharp pieces make it into the ferret’s intestinal tract where they can puncture the lining.

     We as ferret owners can never let our guard down for that one second of inattention can lead to the injury or death of our beloved ferret.



      If you have been following this blog, you know a lot about Sir Lancelot. That he is a spoiled ferret, not that the others aren’t spoiled. Just that he is spoiled more so. He has a handicap of being deaf, not that has stopped him from being a clown. You know of his passion for socks and that he is the fat boy this winter.

 Lance1     Lance is a blaze marked ferret. His second winter he shed his beautiful black markings and they haven't grown back. If you look closely, you can see the stripe on his head that is if he lets you look that long. The marking is 75% indicative that a ferret will be deaf because of Waardenburg’s

     Lance like his siblings came to live with me when he was just a kit of approximately 8 weeks of age. From the start, I could tell something was different about him but couldn’t put my finger on it. He was as inquisitive as the others and had the ignore the human down pat. He followed his siblings around like the tag along younger child. kodak 021

     A couple of incidences made me suspect that he was deaf. One was when he bit me on the flesh between the forefinger and thumb almost piercing the area. With the others, my scream made them let go instantly, not with him. Judy had to pry his jaws apart while I scruffed him.

     Scruffing usually makes a ferret yawn and they will release their hold on things. The other was when he didn’t react to the vacuum cleaner.

     Those two things made me wonder if it was possible for a ferret to be hear of hearing or completely deaf. I started doing research online and found the most in depth site by a woman calling herself Wolfy.

     On her site were some tests to do that should receive a reaction from a hearing ferret. I did almost every single one and Lance didn’t react to any of them.

     He is considered a special needs fur child to the vet and many others. He acts no different from any other ferret I have met. He plays as long and as hard as the others do if not longer. He has his own quirks that make me laugh out loud. The only visible sign that there is something wrong is me signing to him.

     Lance is also the champion of Dead Ferret Sleep. No one is really sure why a ferret will fall into such a deep sleep that they look a dead ferret. I can only say that my youngest brother, Carl, is capable of this kind of sleep and he is also deaf. It makes your hear race when you can’t wake them up and their bodies are so relaxed that they flop around. About the only thing that will wake Lance up is putting a piece of his favorite treat on top of his nose.

     Even then it is a slow process and most times Lance stretches and looks at you to say “What? I was sleeping why’d you wake me up.” If you put him back in his hammock he will go right back to sleep otherwise he is up and ready to go play defend the box.

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Monday, December 21, 2009

Ferret Out of the Bag

     Yes, I am a transplant and I hate CA for the most part. There are things about CA I love also. One is my son who still lives there and graduated from high school this year. I was there for that event in 102 heat at ten in the morning.

     The town I grew up in is about fifty miles North of Sacramento and twenty miles East of Coloma. Coloma is where James W. Marshal found gold that set off the Gold Rush. I love the history of the area I grew up in.

     I am glad I left when I did. Prices have rocketed even higher than they had when I was there. I would have never found the joy of being owned by ferrets. I wouldn’t have had the opportunities I have found here in Western PA. Or made the friends I have that keep me encouraged in my writing.

     I miss being able to walk into a liquor store and buying what I want off the shelf without having to go to two or three different places. Not that I am a beer drinker as such but having the choice to buy one bottle or six pack was nice.

     I love the real season changes here. The fall colors are vibrant and the wild life is diverse. Judy still laughs at me for asking her about the creature that looked like a beaver with a fuzzy tail. CA doesn’t have groundhogs.


     Thanks for the comments and reactions. It’s nice to know that my blog is read and that sometimes something does spark with my readers.


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Sunday, December 20, 2009

A Wintery Punch

outmywindowThe official start of winter isn’t until the 21st but Old Man Winter must have his own calendar that he uses.

     I am a transplant from Northern California to Western Pennsylvania. I was born and raised there and I have no relatives here. Many ask me why I moved here. The reasons are many but the main ones are I hated California and I got a divorce and wanted to be as far from the ex as possible. I think 3000 plus miles did that.

     What I didn’t expect was the amount of snow this state can get at any given time. The first year I was here, I gave myself a spot of frostbite without knowing it. My friend Judy made me come inside from shoveling snow and told me that I was crazy. It was only after my face started thawing out did I even know it had frozen.

     I still love the snow as long as I don’t have to go anywhere in it. I am like a small kid when I can just go out and play in it. For many that is just strange for a 43 year old to behave as if a child, but then not many women tell their age either.

     Starting late December 18 the snow began to fall and I don’t know what time it stopped but today, December 20, I can see from my window that there is almost two feet of snow. I’ll have to go out to the local spring to get water as the pipes here are frozen.


     Living in a rural area my road may or may not be plowed depending on how the local township personal feel. I don’t own a snow blower so snow removal from the driveway will be manual and while I am doing that the bloodhound, Trixie will be out on her lead making snow doggy angels. If she doesn’t know I have the camera I might actually get a photo of her doing so.

     Well I need to go suit up for the cold, powdery stuff.


Friday, December 18, 2009

One Paw to Rule Them All

     Yes a cheesy title but only if you don’t understand the reference. It has to do with Golem and calling the ring Preeeeciouuuussss.

 gweny1     Gweny’s nickname has become Precious said the same way when she is being evil. Like when she hunts out Judy just to hear her scream by biting her. Running the boys out of her cage with bared teeth and an occasional hiss. Now don’t tell her that she can be super cute too. I told her that once and was bitten.

     This little one pound hellion hasn’t let her small size slow her down. She knowingly rules this household and flaunts it with everything she does. When it is playtime, she is out first because her cage sits on top of the boys and the door blocks theirs from opening.

     She sits next to the boys cage waiting for them to come out to play she then herds them onto the middle of the floor before running off to cause mischief. The boys usually do what she wants but, as with all siblings, one has to upset the boss.

     Usually it’s Lance, who decides he doesn’t want to wait to get to the toy box holding his favorite socks. Most of the time, James manages to keep Gweny from noticing that Lance isn’t with the group. On the days where James fails she is quick round up the socks putting them back in the toy box. Before finding Lance and stares at him, I swear she is mind talking to him. After a few minutes, Lance lies on the floor flat as he can get while looking like he is pouting for the scolding he just got. This is enough for Gweny, who then comes looking for my shoes.

     She doesn’t care what kind of shoes they are as long as they are mine. She will drag them by the shoelaces or the Velcro strap to her hidey-hole. The problem comes when she tries to take them into the hidey-hole.


     They don’t fit except for my sandals and slippers. This is when you get to hear her chittering and hissing at them until she gets the toe under the desk. I guess she feels they are hidden. One of these days I’ll have a video camera to film her dragging my steel-toed sneakers to the hidey-hole. Not only are these shoes twice her size they weigh about four pounds each.

     I try to be on my best behavior from the first of December to the 24th. I have done this since I was about six and each year I have gotten a Santa hat to wear as a reminder.

     Last year I had to buy three of them because of Gweny. Granted they were from the dollar store but the fact remains if I am wearing one she has to have it. I haven’t found one yet; it’s probably up in the back of the couch. The other one she dragged into her cage and sleeps in it. It needs to go in the wash but if I even look like I am going to take it out of the cage she is there climbing my pant leg and scolding me.

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     Just a glimpse into my little diva’s habits. I suppose I shouldn’t be surprised by her actions. After all she is named for a queen.


Wednesday, December 16, 2009

One Woman’s Effort to Help Wildlife Survive.

     Most of us take for granted the beauty that the Creator set in front of us. We don’t take time to enjoy watching the fawn nibbling at the grass next to his mother. We only give a passing glance to the large bird flying past. Only when something is right on top of us do we even notice it exists.
     MaryJane Angelo is different in that she sees the animals for what they are. Beautiful creatures that belong in the wild. For many if it had not been for the intervention and hard work they would have died from the injuries they had received because of human interference.

     In 1998, Skye Spirit’s Wildlife Rehabilitation and Education Center (SSWREC) opened its doors in Western Pennsylvania. SSWREC has helped many return to the wild with a new release on life. Those that cannot be release find a new home on the acreage of SSWREC and help to educate the public about their species and the laws concerning them.

     One such resident of SSWREC is a young male bobcat that surprised a hunter in the Pocono’s in February of 2006. He is lucky that the hunter didn’t shoot him when he started acting like an overgrown cat. At the time, he weighed around five pounds and his ribs were showing.
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     He was taken to the local wildlife rehabilitation center and was then taken to their vet. An x-ray revealed that he had an obstruction in his intestinal tract requiring emergency surgery. The obstruction turned out to be a latex dog toy. It is believed that someone without the proper permits had raised him as a pet from infancy. This beautiful cat cannot be released because he believes all humans are his friends.

     MaryJane’s specialty is birds of prey. Many  are returned to the wild and those left behind help to foster orphaned offspring. Those that don’t make it because of their injuries are remembered by a single feather kept in a special place. There are also photos. One picture is of a bald Eagle that didn’t survive flying into power lines and was electrocuted.
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     Volunteers have built many of the structures on the land with the supplies donated by local businesses. An Eagle Scout's project was building the songbird enclosure. Only this last weekend several of the structures were damaged because of high winds dropping debris, such as a power pole to one. Luckily, none of the rehabilitating wildlife was injured.

     At any given time SSWREC has 40-65 animals recovering from injuries or have been orphaned. The amount of animals normally slows down in the wintertime because of migration and hibernation. Only to increase during baby season, mainly bunnies, March to October.

     SSWREC has had a few set backs due to donating suppliers closing and leaving them without other options for obtaining live food for the birds of prey other than out of pocket expense.

     A ray of hope shines as an anonymous family has decided to double all donations made to SSWREC for the next 16 days. This is only way someone can donate to a good cause. The other is by recycling ink cartridge.

     SSWREC is a non-profit organization that runs solely on donations from the public.


Tuesday, December 15, 2009

Baby Its Cold Outside!

     Living in Western Pennsylvania is very different from living in California. I don’t miss the threat of wildfires, earthquakes, or the hundred plus heat. What I do miss is the fairly mild winters. Don’t get me wrong I still love the snow as long as I don’t have to go any where in it. The sub zero temperatures have a tendency to make the power go out.

     During the spring and summer the power going out isn’t really an issue for my fur kids as it can be in the winter. A ferret’s normal body temperature runs between 101 and 103. In the winter, they shed their summer coat and put on a heavier one and some ferret’s put on a few extra pounds of fat. This is great insulation against the cold that might seep into their cages when we turn down the thermostat.

     I start to worry when the temperature is reading a brisk 30 or further down the thermometer and the lights start flickering. All the heat in the house is electrical. Once the power goes out it is a matter of hours before things start to freeze inside the house. I have to think about what to do before winter ever hits.

     I’ve tried to find things online to help my ferrets survive the invertible power outage but all the information is for evacuation. Because of that, I have come up with my own plans. This came in handy in 2008 when a particularly nasty windstorm tore through Western Pennsylvania knocking power out for days in many places.

     I keep a supply of wood next to the bbq to be able to heat water and cook if the need arises. Living on eighteen acres allows me easy access to kindling. I call the local power company and let them know the power is out and that I have a sick animal. Gweny is in the middle stages of Adrenal.

     In my fur kid’s cages, I change their normal bedding to something a little more heavy and warmer if they need it. In winter, Lance is the one that likes to put on a few pounds and I think because of that he stays almost too warm as he sleeps mostly on the bottom of his cage. James when he isn’t sleeping in the food bowl is sleeping on top of their enclosed hammock. When the temperature drops or the power goes out both boys climb inside the fleece lined hammock and curl around each other. You cannot tell where one starts and one ends.

     Gweny sleeps in her own cage and is very particular about where and how she sleeps. She has a hanging hammock that she sleeps in during the spring and summer. In the fall, she divides her sleep between the hanging hammock and the Santa hat that lies on the floor of her cage. Inside the hat she has taken different pieces of scrap fabric that she likes and stuffed the hat with them. She curls into a ball and somehow pulls the brim of the hat so that she is tucked inside.

     If the power is out and the temperatures are below 28 during the day, I boil enough water to fill three water bottles. Each are then covered with two heavy socks before being placed inside the cages. Doing this allows them to decide if they are cold and want some warmth. If the power is still out in the evening I put several used baby blankets in their cages to give them some extra warmth if they need it.

     These steps have lessened my worry about my ferrets in the event of a long power outage during a snowstorm. I hope to own a kerosene heater soon, which would allow me to keep the room they reside in warm.


Ferret Quirkiness

    Each of my fur kids has his/her own little thing that he/she does. Each quirk is unique to them. It isn’t just one little thing sometimes it is a combination of things that makes living with ferrets memorable.

     Gweny’s thing is making Judy scream, stealing my shoes, and sleeping in the Santa hat she stole from me last year.

     Lance’s is socks and he has a preference to them. He likes clean, rolled socks that he can carry easily. If that isn’t available then a clean sock will do and will go down the list until it arrives at taking them off my feet. He also has decided that my new mittens belong to him.

     Now James is a funny boy when it comes to eating. His food must be in the bowl if you give him something he will take it to the food bowl, dropping it in, and then eat it. Now if there is already food in the bowl he will dig frantically in it throwing most of the pieces out until he comes to the one he thinks is the perfect piece and will eat that. It doesn’t matter that they are all the same shape, size, or color there is something about those pieces beneath the others.


     Once the bowl is empty, he will come to the cage door and stare at me for a long time. It doesn’t matter that the food he threw out is right next to the bowl. He wants you to fill it so he can go digging again. If that doesn’t work he drapes his body across the bowl until his little ferrety mind decides it needs a nap he then curls up in the bowl and falls into a deep sleep until he jumps up running for the litter pan.

     So far, the only bowl he hasn’t been able to do that in was the feed trough I had for a long while until the cats decided they would help themselves to the boy’s food.

     The newest food bowl is made for a small dog and has one of those water bowls where you can put a 2 liter bottle full of water on it and it will keep water in the bowl. Great for days I am going to be gone a long time and Trixie is unable to get at it.

     This is only a part of why I call these small critters my anti depressants. While nothing about them should surprise me after having them around for eight years, they still manage to come up with something new to make me smile.


Monday, December 14, 2009

Missing Notebook Case Solved

     For those of you that missed that particular post back in September one my writing notebooks disappeared and wasn’t found in any of the normal ferret hidey-holes. I was upset but knew that it would show up in some strange place.

     Of all the places it could have showed up this wasn’t one of those that I thought it would be. It was in the space between the seat and the back of the chair of Judy's recliner. She found it the hard way by being poked in the rear by the corner of it.

     In the same space were my daily planner that I hadn’t yet missed, two plastic spoons, and a handful of dog food, raisins, a pencil, and a glow stick. This newest hiding spot belongs to James who was upset that we raided it.

 james_of_jessie1     I can only imagine that he decided in his little ferrety mind that he needed to know the date of things and be able to write them down himself if he wanted to after having a snack or two. As for the glow stick, maybe use it for a light source? The plastic spoons are another thing. What would he use them for?

     I am just glad to have my notebook back with the notes I needed for some of my other writings along with the links for research for other posts to this blog.

     The daily planner I would have missed today as I put in the next week’s appointments and schedule my writing time in it. If I don’t I won’t get anything done let alone know when Judy has a doctor’s appointment.

Life with ferrets is never boring to say the least.


Sunday, December 6, 2009

h1n1 and the Ferret

      December 7 1941 is known for the sneak attack by Japanese bombers on Pearl Harbor. We watch and listen about the history of the day. We learn about the thousands of service men caught unaware and the end result.

     What does the attack on Pearl Harbor have to do with ferrets? The answer is nothing unless you are taking into account that ferret owners can be caught unaware of things. An article in Earthtimes caught my attention.

     We are all aware of the swine flu or it’s official name h1n1. We know that it affects humans in different ways and that some of us are more susceptible to it than others. The reason the article caught my attention was the fact that it was about ferrets that had been diagnosed with this pandemic virus.

     With this development those that own or care for ferrets should be on alert for any changes in their fur kids that might signal a trip to the vet’s office. A ferret with an immune deficiency should be taken just to be on the safe side.

     Ferrets are capable of getting the flu from us and are able to give it back.

     Owners and ferret caregivers should take precautions to limit exposure to the h1n1 or regular flu virus. These include wearing a mask if there is no one else that can take care of your babies. Washing your hands before and after contact with any ferret, not just your own. Many dollar stores have small travel size hand sanitizers in a three pack. It's easy to have one in your purse or pocket.

     If you notice flu like symptoms in a ferret watch to make sure they are eating and drinking. A ferret that doesn’t drink is likely to die from dehydration. The article did say that the ferrets that had the h1n1 survived. However, it must be noted that these ferrets needed veterinary care.

   By being vigilant and noticing any changes in our fur children we won't be caught unaware.


Friday, December 4, 2009

Ferret Giving Tree

     You may have noticed the button on the side of my blog. Some of you may have clicked it. But exactly what is the Ferret Giving Tree?

     I wondered the same thing and asked some questions. I emailed them to the administrator email address listed at the bottom of the page. The person taking care of this project this year was nice enough to forward my email to the person who knew the most about this project. Thanks for helping me out Melanee.

     Kristine Lunny started the Ferret Giving Tree in 1998. The tree was a way for ferrets residing in shelters to have a Christmas and to help those who give these little guys a home with expenses. Kris S. Mewton took over the project in 2000.

     The way the Ferret Giving Tree works is starting October 1st to November 30th shelters pick ten ferrets living with them and writes a short bio about the ferret and a wish list. A picture is taken to accompany the bio and list. Shelters then fill out a form on the Ferret Giving Tree site this takes about thirty minutes.

     The biggest requests shelters ask for is help with vet bills, food, and litter. For the ferrets, themselves the requests are for toys, treats, and hammocks. Giving these fun little creatures a comfortable place to sleep and to be able have nice things to play with during the holidays.

     After the shelters have submitted their ten ferrets they are placed on a tree. Each tree holds fifteen ferrets. This year there are 52 trees.


The first year 380 ferrets went onto the Ferret Giving Tree. Each year that number grows and still all the ferrets get a Secret Santa before it comes down. This year is a record breaking 805 babies on the tree and it is already down to only 226 needed their own Secret Santa. This remarkable idea has helped over 4000 ferrets have a wonderful Christmas. It is easy to tell when a ferret has a Santa because there is a filled stocking replacing the picture of the ferret and it states that he/she has a Santa. Or like Sierra, there will be a picture of a rainbow. A universal symbol among ferret owners/caregivers that they have crossed over the rainbow bridge.

“This just shows how wonderful the ferret community is and how they all stick together, and support shelters around the world.” Kris S. Mewton of the Michigan Ferret Rescue and Adoption Network said.

     There are fur babies that don’t have a Santa yet starting on tree 16 if you are interested in helping one of these little guys out. After selecting a ferret, you can read about him/her and at the bottom of the page is a link to take you to the Santa form.

Thank you Kris Mewton for explaining just how the tree works.


Sunday, November 29, 2009

Little Debbie Cupcake Review

     Little Debbie® snacks have been part of our household for a while now. Our favorites include fudge rounds, oatmeal cookies, nutty butters, muffins, and honey buns. The prices are less than Hostess ® and offer a variety of options.

     Last month I won a coupon for a free box of Little Debbie® cupcakes. I used that coupon last week. The box contains eight individually wrapped cupcakes that are smaller than Hostess’s cupcakes but have the same loopy white icing on the top.


     The cake is moist enough to stick to your fingers. The top icing is thin and has a bitter after taste. I am one that likes to lift the icing off and eat it first I can't do that with this icing. The dollop of cream that is inside the cupcake tastes chemically and it isn’t very sweet at all.

     My roommate, Judy says the cake is dry and tastes of chemicals. There is not enough cream in the center. To her the icing is the best part.

     I will continue to buy the snacks listed above but the cupcakes will remain on the store shelf. These were a disappointment in a line of good tasting snacks.

Rating:  weezilpawburning weezilpawburning weezilpawburning


Rating Scale:

weezilpawburning No ferret would touch.

weezilpawburning weezilpawburning Ferret might move it around.

weezilpawburning weezilpawburning weezilpawburning Ferret might nibble at it.

weezilpawburning weezilpawburning weezilpawburningweezilpawburning Ferret might take it to hidey-hole.

weezilpawburning weezilpawburning weezilpawburningweezilpawburning weezilpawburning A ferret's treasure!


     Disclaimer: This review was not rewarded in any way by Little Debbie® snacks or Hostess®. The opinion is mine solely and may differ from other individuals. I was awarded a coupon for a free box of cupcakes from a contest that I entered.