Bath Time!

So every few months mom and dad feel the need to give us a bath. At first we're excited to be somewhere other than the basement, but once the water starts running, so do we! Slinky sat and scratched at the door, trying to escape, and I (Ferret) pooped in the corner. I got washed first, and I was calmer than the last few times, mom tried to talk sweet to me but she was the freaking paparazzi with that camera, determined to capture the look of fear on my face. Dad washes me, and then mom plays "catch the weasel". I run around the room, rubbing myself on anything that is soft, including trying to get up Dad's pants. Mom had to tuck his pants into his socks so I wouldn't try to get it. She just laughs because a wet ferret doesn't do well on a hard floor. That's ok, I got her shirt and pants all wet too. She tries to dry me with a towel but I want to run and rub!

Slinky does much better with baths, she doesn't mind the warm water, but she does look like a rat when she's wet. When we're both "dry" they take us back downstairs and give us treats, if we don't run under the couch first. There's lots of soft stuff under there to help us dry. I curled up with dad on the couch and Slinky took her favorite spot under the quilt by mom. We just want to sleep and warm up! In the end, we are very fresh and soft now, which is only nice for the human folks. Thank goodness they don't try this more often!