Snow (outdoors this time!)

So, mom and dad decided that it would be "fun" to bring the brother and me outside to play in the snow since we liked the bucket of snow so much last year. Saturday it was nearly 35 degree, but that is 30 colder than our house, so I got a little chilly. I went around for about 5 minutes, tried to climb the screen door, then climbed up mom (no joke, up her pants and then her coat) and proceeded to snuggle up to her scarf and neck to keep warm.

Unlike Nutter Butter, er, Ferret, I don't have any fat to insulate me! I got chilly! Ferret had fun getting into the leaf bags and then spent the rest of the time running around then trying to get out of his harness. I guess he could smell freedom, all I could think of was how freaking COLD I was. Anyways, hope you enjoyed the pictures! I don't anticipate us making a repeat trip until the snow has cleared and it's above 65 degrees.

Who's the Laziest Weasel?!

FERRET IS!

Slinky says: He's such an attention hog! He is sooo relaxed and cuddly it makes me sick! How can mom and dad possibly have time for me if he steals it all! Honest to goodness...don't get confused by the picture. He's not fighting, he's laying there in a coma pretty much. He only gets up and gets active for treats, the gopher, and his occasional mental moments of dooking and war dancing. But trust me, he's L-A-Z-Y. But, he does like to cuddle up in our hammock together and lets me massage his neck. So I guess he isn't all bad...I'll just beg for some cuddles from mom.

My Bag!

We fight over territory, just like siblings. In this case, it was a Hallmark bag.

Bye bye Blenny...

Dad is sad, he lost one of his pretty salt water fish. He didn't have a name, but he was a Lawn-mower Blenny. He was a Lawn-Mower because he ate all the algae and green stuff in the tank. He was mom's favorite because he was unique. Shocking right? Anyways, we feel bad for dad because we know how much he loves his fishes. RIP Blenny!

Happy Halloween!

As you probably know, mom is a little crazy. She made us costumes for Halloween last year (capes) and again this year. She made a pear costume for Ferret and a ninja costume for me. Only problem, Ferret was too big for his, and I didn't let mom put that stuff on me! She did do it for long enough to get a picture, but after she got them, I ran away and squirmed out of that thing. It was a black jacket, with a white belt and a headband for my head. Apparently, that's what ninjas wear? I already have fur mom...

The Famous Blue Balls!

You may have heard about my silly brother's obsession with his Blue Balls, it is a problem, far worse than my obsessive scooting habit. He is uber-defensive of them and won't let you have them anywhere but in his hiding spots. He grabs them by the string, scurries away to stash them under a fishtank or inside (not just under!) the couch. He really does NOT like it when they get moved. He hisses and fights if you try to stop him. Mom and dad laugh at him, I'm sure they are just sick in the head...they usually are!

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!