Arthur

May 2004 - May 2011


My mom and sister told me about the sweetest baby ferret they''d seen at Petco. I''d been thinking of getting Charles a ferret of his own for quite awhile so I went to check him out.
They were right. He was the sweetest, sleepiest, snuggliest baby I'd ever held, not a single nip. He was perfect. I called Charles, made sure it was ok, and then bought him. As soon as I got him to the cash register, he started making the strangest noises, like a baby duck quacking. It was funny and scary at the same time since I''d never heard such a thing.
Once I got him home, he''d stopped quacking but would not move. I thought maybe there was something wrong with him since I put him on my bed and he didnt even get up for hours, not one muscle moved. He stayed that way for about 24 hours and then he Woke Up. Arthur exploded into a quacking, crying, tasmanian devil of a ferret.
Arthur was such a complete monster for the first few months of his life, claiming hardcore victims such as a refrigerator and a loveseat, not to mention big patches of carpet and other damage, that him being so "sweet" became the joke of the household. He was a biter and a climber and a complete trouble maker.
Arthur is a couple of years old now and has long since calmed and grown out of biting. He hasnt taken down any furniture or large appliances in quite some time and has regained a sincere sweetness to go with his zany, happy wackiness. He loves wrestling with his brother, pouncing his toys, stashing his polar bear and sleeping in the sock drawer.