Well here I am, a House Ferret, or some people call us Free Range Ferrets, which personally I feel makes me sound like a furry chicken. I’ll stick with House Ferret thanks.
I’m not quite as big as I look in this photo, goodness I’d be a Goodies Bunny if I were this size, no I am in the dolls house playing the part of the Perfect Pet. Yes, dear reader I have been dressed up, tucked into beds, popped into Barbie’s car and driven round the living room, swam in the bath and posed for photos with every toy in the cupboard. What can I say, I’m just that kinda guy, the Perfect Pet.
When I was really small they used to carry me about in a little cozy pouch on a cord round their necks. Isn’t that the cutest thing? It meant I had company, was always around and was nice and warm. I guess the novelty of that wore off as I got just a wee bit bigger and maybe just a tad smellier.
Okay I feel we should talk about this issue, it’s out there, the Smell business, so let’s just clear the air (oops couldn’t resist) a bit. We ferrets are known to have a certain aroma about us. Some call it a honey musk sort of smell, others have been less kind. If we boys are castrated (oh God even the word makes me wince and it was all so many years ago) then we don’t smell much at all, we just have our traditional honey like smell. The problem with us ferrets is that when we get excited or upset we do tend to well, how can I put this, hmmmmm, we fart. No, no better word than that we Puff. Yes we puff, we puff up all our hair like a mad toilet brush and we let out a silent but seriously deadly fart which can also go under the umbrella term of Puff. Yes we Puff. Now a ferret Puff can knock out a rhino on a good day so it really isn’t worth getting us all riled up or giving us a fright.
I have been known to puff on occasion. When those pesky cats get me angry when they pinch my dinner, when a certain person who shall be nameless grabbed the revolving chair when I was having a snooze and I shot skywards with the momentum – come on who wouldn’t have a puff then! Admittedly it was a big one and I do believe I could have cleared the entire county of rhino had there been any of them about that day.
I like to think that we ferrets are aromatic. We are a bit like that silly human rhyme about being very, very nice or being horrid. When we are being nice we are honey in your hands, now just imagine what we are when we’re being horrid!