Having my two “pets” live in my ferret cage may not seem very nice, but it was certainly fun!  As I watched them struggling in the litter box, I couldn’t help but laugh. 

“Come on, now, my pets.  Certainly one of you can deposit SOMETHING in the litter box.  How about this:  I will leave for a few minutes to give you some privacy.  But I am not going far and know you won’t disappoint me.”

I pulled down the blanket covering the cage to afford them some privacy, but I didn’t go far.  I peeked through a small opening and listened quietly.

“Why is she doing this to us?” Jen asked her brother.

“Shhh,” he whispered, “Just try and go…I don’t want to make her mad again.”

“This is ridiculous!” she scoffed.

“Come on, Jen.  We have to obey her, or she can squash us!  Don’t fight it, just give in and do it!  I’ll help you when I can, but you have to bend to her will.  You have no choice.”  He was straining, trying to poop and talk at the same time.

Quietly, she listened to her brother, and squatted.  Grunting, she pushed, and succeeded where her brother had not.  “There, are you happy now?”  As she stood up, she grimaced, looking for something to wipe her ass with, now that she had gone, as instructed.  “Eew, there isn’t any paper.”

“Just use the padded mat,” Tim said.

“This is so gross!” Jen stepped out of the litter box and sat down on the mat, dragging her butt across the pad until she was clean, while Tim kicked some litter over her deposit.

Just then, I lifted the blanket, and giggled as she quickly tried to stand back up before I could see her humiliating butt scoot.  “Good girl!” I praised.

“Oh!” she cried.  “Don’t you knock?”

Laughing, I couldn’t help but admire her courage.  But enough was enough.  She kept challenging me, and she had to be taught a lesson. 

“Just for that, you get to play with the other ferrets now.  They have never seen a tiny human before, and I have no idea how they will react.  They may think of you as prey, or as a new play toy, or perhaps, if you are lucky, as a friend.  This will be quite interesting.” 

Reaching in, I grabbed her before she could hide behind the box.  I put her in the lower cage, and then picked up Roxy and Zoe and put them in the cage with her. 

“No, let me out!” she screamed.

“Shhhh, don’t scare them.  I would try to be friendly, unless you want them to bite you,” I coached.

Both of them rushed over to where she stood against the back of the cage, trembling.  Both noses were wrinkled and sniffing, drawing closer to her naked skin.  “Good girl,” she said softly, shifting a bit so the noses didn’t quite touch her.  But the ferrets are very intelligent, curious creatures.  When she moved, their interest was peaked, and they drew closer, sniffing intensely.  The pink nose of one touched her skin, and the whiskers of the other rubbed against Jen’s thigh.

Then, Roxy started to lick her thigh.  The tiny pink tongue dragged across her thigh, and Jen squealed.  “Ooooh, that tickles!” she screeched.  She patted the furry head in an attempt to soothe the savage beast.  Shifting, Roxy started to sniff in between her legs, and then started to lick there.  “Oh my! Don’t!” Jen protested.  Roxy ignored her, and continued lapping at the slit between Jen’s thighs.  Zoe sniffed her sides and face, and then she too joined in with the tongue bath, only Zoe licked her face and ears.  They were grooming Jen!  Perhaps they would all get along!  Time would tell.