Our dear no-name girl really likes one of the kids. When he comes to visit she sleeps in his bedroom, scratches on the door if it’s closed, even sits outside the bathroom while he’s in there. Lucky for him she can’t slide under the door.
And she follows him around all the time. He’s been known to take her on car rides occasionally. When he leaves she gets depressed, mopes around and rushes to check out every visitor who stops by.
The kid left six weeks ago, she still sleeps under his bed every night. A few weeks back she started to poop in the guest bathroom. She has been living here for two years and this is new and not welcomed behavior. The first time, I let it slide, figured it an emergency. Then it became a habit and all the no-no in the world didn’t help. Now I keep the bath door closed. All is well that ends well, right? Wrong.
Next thing I know she starts to poop just outside the guest bathroom door. There, in plain sight. What? Time for a little talk. For those of you not familiar with ferrets, they don’t have a voice. And since they are on the floor and our mouths are up, up, it’s better to sit on the floor when trying to communicate. And so I did. Sat on the floor, my face very close to hers…and as calmly as possible I explained why it’s not nice to poop on the bare floor in general and in front of the guest bathroom in particular. After all, I told her, you’re family, not a guess. She looked at me with her little dark eyes, never flinched. To a stranger she may have appeared a little guilty, but getting closer to her little face I swear I could hear her singing.
You know, that song we sing in our heads when we can’t wear earplugs.