I had 3 ferrets already; Django (the first), Ivan(the boy) and Fitch (the devil). I saw the post on the FMLferretmailinglist.org, I read it everyday and even though I was a ferret owner and shelter volunteer I had not rescued yet. Yet.
The post stated that a ferret was abandoned in front of the vet in a box. On a hundred degree day. Without food. Without water. In a box. With a handmade green bowl.
They wondered what the box was for hours before someone brought it in. Inside was an albino male ferret,young, beautiful and on the brink of death. Dehydration and exposure to the elements would surely have been his demise had the receptionist not just brought the box in.
They kept him for days and I called for days. I didn't want a new ferret, nor any of the expensive ferret issues I was going through with Fitch(see future story). I knew, I just knew. He needed me. Hell ,I needed him, I just didn't know it yet.
The day I finally got the call to get him I dropped everything. I grabbed the carrier and fled. When I got to the vet on the other side of town I had a hard time finding it and almost gave up. Then I turned myself around and found the right place. He was in the smallest ferret cage ever but was clean and trimmed and just a beautiful pure white albino fluff ball. I fell, hard, head over heels in love!! Conked over the head.
He came right home with me and melted into my group like butter.
He is not without his issues. I think the heat of that day and god knows how many days before it. Earls is my special ed boy. Just about a minuet behind everyone else. He is also an ankle biter and a general mess maker. While in Vegas I would put out several shallow Tupperware pans of water and call it the ferret hot tub. Well Earls was definitely a fan. Swimming and spraying and general mayhem. My water baby.I love those days. Since we've moved to Seattle the "hot tubs" have ceased. Its too cold!