F***ing Ferrets

She has two of the nasty things that I am absolutely not allowed to touch. Nanook of the North and Bud Badger (haven't seen him around for awhile). She doesn't like me to pick on any of them, but those are the two she has made echo in my head.

I couldn't resist. I don't know why I did it. Nanook looked so wimpy and pathetic hopping past me. I grabbed him and rolled into a ball, biting and kicking him. He didn't fight back. He screamed and screamed. The slave came barreling down the hall, screaming at me (what's new). She scooped him up and began ruffling his fur and whispering and kissing him. It made me want to spew hairballs.

Somewhat later, I was relaxing on the loveseat, when Banter snuck up behind me and nipped my foot. I yowled and ran far enough away that I could still see what type of punishment he would receive. She only laughed and continued to clean their foul lair. Oh, how I hate them.
~Mashed Potato~