Seamus, the flying ferret is at it again :-(

Both Philip and I are still suffering from jet lag (yes, it does get worse as one gets older ) and we react in different ways. Since coming back I have been dead to the world at night, whereas Philip wakes up around 1am most nights and he can’t get back to sleep for a couple of hours.

Last night he heard a noise that was accompanied by the sound of a bell so he knew it was one of the ferrets. The girls are oldies and sleep like babies through the night but with the young boys it’s a different matter!

He followed the sound to the kitchen but then couldn’t work out where it was coming from. He walked into the laundry and heard the bell behind him, so turned back into the kitchen and started opening up various cupboards – he knew we hadn’t trapped a ferret inside a cupboard but thought maybe one of the boys got inside and couldn’t get out.

He kind of zeroed into a cupboard under the microwave shelf … opened the door and didn’t see anything but the bell was quite loud and as he straightened up, he found himself looking at Seamus’s twitching nose next to the microwave!

Philip said it was almost like Seamus was laughing at him!

The rotten little so-and-so had somehow climbed up the chair we have in the kitchen and threw himself onto the shelf.

That chair has been sitting in the kitchen since we got Seamus and never, NEVER has it ever been of interest to him until last night! Augh!!!

Philip took him off the shelf then, when he came back into the bedroom, he woke me up to tell me all about Seamus’s new party trick. I just pulled the pillow over my head in despair

Unbelievable.

So — I can’t put my bottle of soda water on my chest of drawers since he knows he can jump up there from the bed; I can’t put my soda water on the dining table as he gets up there and wreaks havoc; he can shimmy up the back of the camphorwood chest so I can’t put anything breakable there … and now this!

Why did I ever mention that I’d never had a silvermitt boy and was wondering if they were as hard to handle as the girls. Oh bite my tongue! Silly me!

When I woke up this morning and went into the kitchen, I saw that the basket with the potatoes was on the floor so obviously young Seamus had another go trying to land onto the shelf but, since Philip moved the chair away from its original spot, he missed and brought the potatoes down. Serves him right

Now, on a serious subject …. I was very pleased to see that Canadian firefighters now have special pet resuscitation kits with them so that they can revive animals if they’ve been overcome with smoke inhalation. That is a great idea and let’s hope our Aussie firefighters get hold of those kits to use!