8 posts tagged “weasel”
I give you all Vin Vicious:
Actually, that's just a mid-weasel-war-dance moment of perfect timing. Anyone who has ferrets knows how hard it is to get candid photos of their speedy little selves.
After I took this shot, Lee played around with it a little in photo editing so the sign could be seen better:
Between Vinnie and Sylvie (Lee decided her name should be spelled with a "W," and I'm OK with that), our house is full of intrepid explorers. Nothing is sacred. My underwear could end up anyplace.
When you are faced with all that furball energy and curiousity, the only thing to do is to try to use it to your advantage. The ferret owners of the old days used to use them to catch mice and rats. They'd carry them around in their pants legs and peddle their services at nearby farms. They were the first exterminators.
Me, I'm far too squeamish to market Vin's services as a mouser. But a weasel has to earn his keep. So I decided to put his "ferreting" skills to the test and send him on Mission Impossible: Figure out where all the damn socks go and why they never make it out of the laundry in pairs.
He gave it his best shot, really:
Anybody in there?
But eventually, we had to concede that even Vin Weasel, Ace Detective, was no match for the ever-elusive Sock Thief.
Better luck next time, Vin.
Editor's Note: The above is pure fiction. Sure, Vin explored the dryer. But he didn't give a weasel's butt about my missing socks. In fact, if he'd found them, he probably would have just hidden them better, because that's what weasels do. His real job is simply to be cute.
Happy Weekending!
If you're like me, you let yourself slack a little bit on the exercise in the winter. You don't mean to, but curling up under warm blankets feels so much better than working out this time of year. Oh, and since you're always wearing layers upon layers of clothing, you don't notice the difference your lack of routine is making as quickly as you would, say, in the summertime.
Then February hits, and to keep from going crazy you remind yourself that spring is just around the corner. Sunshine, warm breezes, flowers, green grass. It will all be back soon, so you better do something about the size of your ass.
Unless you're Vinnie, that is. For a weasel, a bit of pudge just adds to the cute. See?
Speaking of critters, Bailey is doing OK. They did have to remove some of his intestines as well as the blockage, so the vet wanted to keep him on a 48-hour watch period. Mom, my sister and my niece went to see him yesterday, and he was alert, perky, moving around and happy to see them. The one problem is that he's not eating. Because he seems in such good spirits otherwise, Mom is pretty sure that this is only because he's not at home. Bailey is a creature of habit and she even has trouble getting him to eat when they take him on road trips to the cabin. The vet agrees, but really wants him to poop before she releases him so they can make sure everything is coming out the other end OK. If he won't eat, there's nothing to poop, so they're in a holding pattern.
So keep thinking good thoughts and send some "eat and poop" vibes Bailey's way, please!
The past few days have been rather frustrating for Vin Weasel. First, the Girl Human goes and gets a cold and lays around in bed. This means he gets less playtime, because he ankle-bites sleeping people.
Then the Boy Human gets all into playing football on Playstation, and when she's not sneezing and sniffling both The Boy Human and The Girl Human play the Sims. Again, less play-time, because ankle-biting while the humans are trying to score touchdowns or keep Sims from peeing themselves is apparantly "distracting." To top it off, the humans decide to redo the bathroom, which keeps them both far too occupied to entertain weasely types.
Whatever, says Vin. The Girl Human tries to explain that things will go back to normal in a few days when The People go back to work and don't have time for things like naps or computer games.
Again, Vin says whatever. With all this extra time on his hands, Vin has compiled "A Weasel's Guide to Showing Humans How You REALLY feel" when they aren't providing quality entertainment.
1. Sit on human and give it a look that lets it know you think it's really missing the point.
2. Attempt to call the weasels who live next door to organize a protest, because their humans are probably all whacked out for the holidays too. Do your best not to let the humans know you're a little embarrassed to find out the "phone" is really just the stupid cell phone case.
3. Since they're so focused on their stupid home improvement, let them know what you think of their interior design skills by pointing out that their wall art would make a good weasel equivalent of a rock climbing wall, or maybe a snack.
4. Humans still not getting the hint? Go for the kill. You aren't called "ferret" for nothing. Go find the stupid Playstation games.
5. Smackdown, my butt. You can take this guy, with just a little nose-nudge.
6. The grand finale, and this is REALLY important.
Be so impossibly cute that no one could EVER think you did that on purpose.
Ferrets don't have to go to counseling or read books like "Men Are From Mars, Women Are From Venus" or "He's Just Not That Into You" to understand each other and keep the love alive. They've figured out that the two most important things in a relationship are lots of snuggling and a little give and take. See:
Vin uses Gin for a pillow.
Gin uses Vin for a pillow.
The next time I get in that mood where I want to overanalyze my relationship, I think I'm just gonna act like a weasel instead.
Vinnie is torn about whether or not he likes it when I stay home from work. He loves the freedom it gives him, but he's not sure sure about the camera thing.
There are certain things he loves about me being home. Our neighbors have five ferrets, who have the run of their whole house because their owner only works part-time and can watch them all day. My gang, on the other hand, aren't quite as lucky. Since I'm stuck at work so much, they're usually limited to "their room." They have plenty of room to bounce and weasel war dance and play, but still - there's this whole house to be explored and I'm sure they feel like they're missing out on a great adventure.
So when I'm off, I try to give them "whole house time" and let them go exploring. Ginny decided to pass up the offer in favor of a nap today. But Vinnie was thrilled.
"Check me out ... I'm in the living room. But really, folks, if you were going to leave a bottle cap laying around, couldn't it have been one from a thing of booze instead of soda? A weasel needs a good buzz now and then, you know."
After his tour of the living room, Vin got the munchies. Mmmm ... potato chips.
After our quality time, I figured Vin owed me one. I tried to hold him up to our Christmas wreath, with the idea at I'd get some cute, cuddly, adorable Christmas picture. Vin had different ideas, and made it clear to me that posing for my silly holiday pictures is NOT in his job description.
"Put me down, or the purple ball gets it."
" A little help, here, people. This woman is camera crazy!"
If I know Vinnie, he's going to poop in a corner to get me back for this.
As if I already don't spend enough time surrounded by weasels, I've created a new group for ferret lovers - http://ferrets.groups.vox.com/ . Just in case there are any other ferret owners or weasel lovers out there, I thought it would be fun to have a place to share ferret stories, tips on ferret care, and other ferret-related stuff. And of course, like most ferret owners I always love looking at other people's cute weasel pictures, so I'm hoping people will share photos as well!
Here are two of the weasels who have brightened my world:
I can't be the only person on Vox who shares my home with weasels, can I?