Insanity

When I married Gene... a ferret was part of the deal. Her name is Fifi. She is smart. Smart enough, in fact, to hide her true abilities. She managed to find her way onto the kitchen counter and steal pop-tarts. Two different times. I know that the box was on the counter, and that two different times she had one stashed under the bed. What I don't know is how or when. She is a foot long and weighs 3 pounds for crying out loud! She also is able to open granola bar wrappers and likes to eat them, despite being a carnivore. Her favorite thing to do is open the wrappers on her stolen treasures at 5 in the morning, very loudly. Don't tell me she is ignorant of psychological tactics. Her latest accomplishment was to steal a pack of gum and eat it. The gum was in a purse, which was hanging up in my closet. So... that meant climbing onto a shelf, and up the sleeve of a jacket, and into the purse. Then reversing it, with a full pack of gum, and then hauling it under our bed. Her reward was a big dose of ferret laxative. That was an enjoyable evening for the whole family.