Post by huronna on Nov 7, 2008 11:24:05 GMT -5
The Plan
by Terri (Ferret Fanatic)
I have always read / heard people's stories about how their ferrets managed to get inside their couches and chairs, and the different methods and ideas humans had tried to keep their critters out of there. I remember reading about one family who bought plywood and hammered it to the bottom of their couch.
So I figure that I must have about the best bunch of fuzzies ever! Oh they love playing around the couch .... They love stashing stuff behind the couch .... They even enjoy running at full speed at the couch then either jumping on, or diving under at the last second! But in the couch??!! Nope, not my babies ........ Not my little fur angels ...... not the lights of my lif....... uh, ummmmm, hold on a second .... Hey!? What's that sound??!? Do you hear that? No? Is it the dogs?! No? Can't you hear that? ..... It's like extra loud scratching or something ..... ummmm .... it's coming from, nope, that can't be ..... It's coming from WHAT??!!!
INSIDE the WHAT?!?!
How could this be?!?! Okay, now panic time. WHO is in the couch? Okay, role call .... Let's see, there is Taz, Cocoa .... There's Maverick .... Oh I see Corky ..... so thats 4, Harley, thats 5 .... Rigby, 6 ..... Taz, 7 .... Huh? What? I already said Taz .... Oh crap ... okay, start over ...... But this time I put them away as I spot them, until there is only one unaccounted for fuzzie .... RENEGADE .... And oh wait .... I have 10 ferrets now, not nine! Where is the baby?!?!
Second wave of panic .... How will I get the baby out of the couch?! .... I can call his name, but he won't know his name yet .... WAIT A MINUTE .... He doesn't even HAVE a name yet!! Am I hyperventilating? Okay, down on my hands and knees, tapping on the floor "Here Baby ... come here to Mommy ..... please? Baby ..... come to .... OUCH!!! WHAT THE ....?" "Baby" is attatched to toe! Whew ... at least he is not In the couch. Okay so baby is safely tucked away, and Renegade is STILL happily digging around in the couch.
Okay, so now to coax Renegade out ..."Come here Renegade, come to Momm....." why am I calling Renegade? He can't HEAR me!!!! Okay, time to break out the treats .... Just then Renegade pops out ..... trots past me .... "La....De La La ...." over to the toy box, obviously bored by his little adventure in the couch, looking for some new entertainment!!!
So I put Renegade with the rest of the crew, and, .... after a very, very lengthy interrogation, with threats of dumping the Ferretone down the sink .... They finally cracked and spilled the beans about the whole mission. Seems that this long, well orchestrated plan took almost three years to carry out. They worked in teams.
While teams 1 and 2 would take turns distracting me with their cute antics, weasel war dancing, all the "Mommy play with me"
looks ... , and posing for photos .... Members of the 3rd undercover team would be busy digging away at the fabric under the couch .... Dooking to cover up any suspicious noises I may hear!! They would also switch which teams they were on, so I would not start to suspect anything, should the same ferrets always be "stashing treasures behind the couch" ..... code name for "digging like mad at the fabric under the couch" !!!
Anyway. I paid a visit to the hardware store and to JoAnne Fabric to buy items I needed. After two hours of cutting, stapleing, tucking, and then stapleing AGAIN .... and only one Bandaide later ..... I have constructed the perfect "Weasel-Proof" cover for the bottom of the
couch!! I doubt they will ever break through the barrier I constructed
under there!
Hmmm ....But wait ..... do you suppose they might have a "Plan B"
Oh no!!!! The Chair!!
The Plan ----- Update.
Well, I guess the fuzzies figure that since the cat, uh ... er , I mean weasel is
out of the bag ..... and their plans have been exposed .... There is no longer a need
to carry out their mission in secrecy.
I also found out that "Plan B" was not the chair, however, but was/is
the ottoman!!!! Last night, five of the fuzzies were lined up,
stretched out on their backs, busily pawing away at the underside of the ottoman,
bottom half of their bodies all sticking out ......
like 5 little automobile mechanics
working away under a car!!
Sigh .... what a time for my camera batteries to have been recharging .....
The Plan ---- Update 2
Surveillance Photo's of Suspected Undercover Agents
Undercover Agents seems to be gathering around the ottoman ...
possibly making plans for next step in their mission,
unaware they are being watched.
Two Agents seem to be checking progress of their mission ...
as a third (possibly a "watch-out") is looking on.
This Agent is caught by surprise when the ottoman is suddenly
lifted up to catch him in action!!
Notes: The Undercover Agents seem to suspect that they are being watched. Once they were aware that the Surveillance Camera was activated, Fuzzie Agents scattered in all directions.
One Last Surveillance Photo ........
The Undercover Agents Seem To Have Become More
Bold In Their Attempts To Carry Out Their Mission ....
Note To Self: Buy more staples.
by Terri (Ferret Fanatic)
I have always read / heard people's stories about how their ferrets managed to get inside their couches and chairs, and the different methods and ideas humans had tried to keep their critters out of there. I remember reading about one family who bought plywood and hammered it to the bottom of their couch.
So I figure that I must have about the best bunch of fuzzies ever! Oh they love playing around the couch .... They love stashing stuff behind the couch .... They even enjoy running at full speed at the couch then either jumping on, or diving under at the last second! But in the couch??!! Nope, not my babies ........ Not my little fur angels ...... not the lights of my lif....... uh, ummmmm, hold on a second .... Hey!? What's that sound??!? Do you hear that? No? Is it the dogs?! No? Can't you hear that? ..... It's like extra loud scratching or something ..... ummmm .... it's coming from, nope, that can't be ..... It's coming from WHAT??!!!
INSIDE the WHAT?!?!
How could this be?!?! Okay, now panic time. WHO is in the couch? Okay, role call .... Let's see, there is Taz, Cocoa .... There's Maverick .... Oh I see Corky ..... so thats 4, Harley, thats 5 .... Rigby, 6 ..... Taz, 7 .... Huh? What? I already said Taz .... Oh crap ... okay, start over ...... But this time I put them away as I spot them, until there is only one unaccounted for fuzzie .... RENEGADE .... And oh wait .... I have 10 ferrets now, not nine! Where is the baby?!?!
Second wave of panic .... How will I get the baby out of the couch?! .... I can call his name, but he won't know his name yet .... WAIT A MINUTE .... He doesn't even HAVE a name yet!! Am I hyperventilating? Okay, down on my hands and knees, tapping on the floor "Here Baby ... come here to Mommy ..... please? Baby ..... come to .... OUCH!!! WHAT THE ....?" "Baby" is attatched to toe! Whew ... at least he is not In the couch. Okay so baby is safely tucked away, and Renegade is STILL happily digging around in the couch.
Okay, so now to coax Renegade out ..."Come here Renegade, come to Momm....." why am I calling Renegade? He can't HEAR me!!!! Okay, time to break out the treats .... Just then Renegade pops out ..... trots past me .... "La....De La La ...." over to the toy box, obviously bored by his little adventure in the couch, looking for some new entertainment!!!
So I put Renegade with the rest of the crew, and, .... after a very, very lengthy interrogation, with threats of dumping the Ferretone down the sink .... They finally cracked and spilled the beans about the whole mission. Seems that this long, well orchestrated plan took almost three years to carry out. They worked in teams.
While teams 1 and 2 would take turns distracting me with their cute antics, weasel war dancing, all the "Mommy play with me"
looks ... , and posing for photos .... Members of the 3rd undercover team would be busy digging away at the fabric under the couch .... Dooking to cover up any suspicious noises I may hear!! They would also switch which teams they were on, so I would not start to suspect anything, should the same ferrets always be "stashing treasures behind the couch" ..... code name for "digging like mad at the fabric under the couch" !!!
Anyway. I paid a visit to the hardware store and to JoAnne Fabric to buy items I needed. After two hours of cutting, stapleing, tucking, and then stapleing AGAIN .... and only one Bandaide later ..... I have constructed the perfect "Weasel-Proof" cover for the bottom of the
couch!! I doubt they will ever break through the barrier I constructed
under there!
Hmmm ....But wait ..... do you suppose they might have a "Plan B"
Oh no!!!! The Chair!!
The Plan ----- Update.
Well, I guess the fuzzies figure that since the cat, uh ... er , I mean weasel is
out of the bag ..... and their plans have been exposed .... There is no longer a need
to carry out their mission in secrecy.
I also found out that "Plan B" was not the chair, however, but was/is
the ottoman!!!! Last night, five of the fuzzies were lined up,
stretched out on their backs, busily pawing away at the underside of the ottoman,
bottom half of their bodies all sticking out ......
like 5 little automobile mechanics
working away under a car!!
Sigh .... what a time for my camera batteries to have been recharging .....
The Plan ---- Update 2
Surveillance Photo's of Suspected Undercover Agents
Undercover Agents seems to be gathering around the ottoman ...
possibly making plans for next step in their mission,
unaware they are being watched.
Two Agents seem to be checking progress of their mission ...
as a third (possibly a "watch-out") is looking on.
This Agent is caught by surprise when the ottoman is suddenly
lifted up to catch him in action!!
Notes: The Undercover Agents seem to suspect that they are being watched. Once they were aware that the Surveillance Camera was activated, Fuzzie Agents scattered in all directions.
One Last Surveillance Photo ........
The Undercover Agents Seem To Have Become More
Bold In Their Attempts To Carry Out Their Mission ....
Note To Self: Buy more staples.
