Ferrets & their strange sleeping places

“Hello mommy! Why did you wake me up???”

* SIGH *

That’s Seamus’ new sleeping spot … he goes right up, under the cushion and scratches at the wadding so it falls down into a nice, comfy pile at the bottom of the back and then he makes a nice little dent in the mess and lies there on his back, feet up, snoring away.

That lounge suite is about 2 years old and is complete wrecked now. When we first saw the suite, I checked it thoroughly and thought it was ferret proofed. HAH! It certainly appeared to be a good thing to buy, as the sofa & chairs were all low to the ground and when I removed the seat cushions, the canvas base looked firm and unscratchable.

What I didn’t know, and how could I until the ferrets found them, was that there are holes right at the top of the cushions and that is how the ferrets got into the sofa. It was quite funny initially because Nick, our son, would come over to visit and sprawl on the sofa then leap up in shock when he felt something slinking along under the upholstery.

Just a ferret, dear, I would say.

Well it just got a little busy with the ferrets all scrabbling up into the backs of the cushions so Philip cut a little trapdoor at the back of the sofa so that they could go in and out without destroying the wadding. That was fine, except they loved to scratch at the upholstery from the inside and so are slowly but surely wrecking the sofa.

Then they discovered Philip’s chair. He cut a hole at the back and they’d go racing around inside, scratching furiously and you could just imagine what was happening to the inside of his chair.

I smugly sat in my chair, the last untouched item, until yesterday.

For some strange reason Angus decided it was time to do to it whatever it was they did to to the others. Up he went into the chair but, since I didn’t have a trapdoor cut into the back of my chair, he couldn’t get out again. I gnashed my teeth as I heard him crashing about, trying to scratch his way out of the side until Philip went into the kitchen, got a sharp knife and christened my chair with its very own trapdoor!

Since it’s their new playground, I now sit and feel Angus and Seamus running along the arms and it really is a very creepy sort of sensation to feel that slinking movement under me. It feels totally ugh, in fact.

No peace for the wicked, is there? )