While house sitting for my mother’s animals, the only really ferret proof room in the house is the bathroom. The cabinets are all locking, the little trash basket has a heavy lid, and Pickle can run around and play with her little toys without getting into trouble. Last week I put her in there while we had dinner, and went back to get her an hour or so later. I open the bathroom door expecting her to be right there as usual, but there’s no sign of Pickle anywhere. I check the cabinets to make sure they’re all closed, check the tub and behind the toilet, and right as panic sets in and I’m firmly believing that she’s managed to teleport out somehow, I hear a little sound behind me and find that Pickle has made herself a nest out of my mother’s tissue box.

A full tissue box.

I schedule Pickle for a vet’s appointment for about 10:30am, sent Eddie a text letting him know what was up, called work to let them know I’d probably be late, and settled down on the couch with my very lethargic weasel. Eddie came home so I’d have someone with me at the office, gave Pickle some loves and we sat on the couch for about 5 minutes before we got a phone call from the vet’s office telling us to go to the emergency vet in East Greenwich because they don’t like to have people wait in situations like this when they’ve got exotic pets. Another 25 minutes and we’re down at the other office filling out paperwork while Pickle sleeps in the carrier.

Eventually we get into the exam room where Pickle is quite content to sit in the carrier and ignore everyone. She’s not vomiting anymore, but she’s definitely not behaving like her normal ball of energy yet. She’s not impressed with the tech trying to get her temperature at all. A few minutes later the vet comes in to check her and Pickle comes out, steals her pen, and goes back into the crate. We put her on the floor while the vet heads into the back for a bit, and suddenly we’ve got a normal ferret again, investigating every inch of the room, trying to get into the cabinets and drawers, etc. The vet thinks that she may have gotten into something that she shouldn’t have, but based on her prior history Eddie and I don’t really think that - she’s a hoarder and a digger, not a chewer. Either way, she’s home with me (having taken the rest of the day out) being monitored, and getting little bits of water and food at a time. And just a second ago she chased the cat.

I finally got Eddie’s Sims working for him yesterday, and sent him all of the custom content that I’ve got in my installation.

Pickle’s going to the vet today, she was fine and eating when I went back to sleep this morning, but she’s been vomiting since I got up. Poor little thing

I can’t think of enough stuff to make a post of substance, so I’ll take the easy way out and make a list post.

• Work is still pretty good. My new day shifts rock, and I’ve had 3 weekends off in a row, making me quite the happy camper. We’ve had a bumper crop of losers lately, so eventually I’ll post about them.
• I’m positively addicted to cranberry juice, specifically the 100% kind. I’ve been drinking a hell of a lot of it since we moved into this place, most often not even bothering to put it in a glass and just drinking it right from the plastic jug.
• Chaucer and Pickle have been getting into some epic battles on the weekends. Pickle wears herself out, and Chaucer ends up sitting on top of anything that Pickle can’t get up onto.
• We got a big screen TV from my mother and Brian, since they upgraded to one of the wall-mounted ones. It’s big enough where people watching my cam can figure out what we’re watching, it’s just that big. Thankfully neither animal has discovered that the speaker on the front would be perfect for scratching up.
• I’m a blond, at least for the time being. I had meant to dye it pink or red for Halloween, but I overslept and haven’t done anything since. I’m not entirely sure what I’ll be doing to it yet.

And as an added bonus, I present to you the commercial that scared the shit out of me for years when I was little.

Right now, Pickle is eating Chaucer’s food (not that it matters, since they’re both getting pretty much the same thing right now). Chaucer is sitting on the back of the couch, glaring at her. She chases him all around the apartment, which is really funny to watch. Hopefully once he gets bigger Chaucer will lay the smackdown on her, since right now he’ll only play with her if he can’t see her head. It’s funny to watch the two of them play with the crinkle sack, Pickle inside and Chaucer on the outside.

I got a disturbing phone call from Comrade on Thursday afternoon (I hung up on him without talking to him). I’ve got no idea how he got my phone number, since the only people who have it are my parents, Eddie, and work. Work knows better to give it out, and my parents wouldn’t do that to me, so my only theory as to how he managed to get it is that he got a copy of the police report from when the house was broken into. To make matters worse, I’m fairly certain that he showed up at work at the same time that I was leaving, which means that he went through the trash bags we’d left in the house and found a pay stub or something.

Yesterday Eddie and I relaxed together. We went to lunch at Olive Garden, went to Newbury Comics, Target, and Barnes & Noble, where we picked out a few books. We went to FYE and bought 4 DVDs, all used, and by the time we got home it was almost time for dinner. We surfed the web for a bit, ordered a pizza, and then watched Pulse and Cursed. We snuggled on the couch together while the animals chased each other around before they also settled down. Today we’ll be calling Electric Ink and seeing if we can stop in this afternoon so we can get some more stuff done. Because we like the pain.