I was a wee embryo when the decision was made to give me up for adoption, so as soon as I was weaned and ready I went home with my parents (a few weeks old, I believe).
I can’t say I’ve had any struggles whatsoever. My parents are amazing people and I have never wanted for anything or ever wondered what could have been.
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My two males are Basil and Link, and my girls are Milly and Zelda.
They for sure all have different personalities!:
Basil is the party guy. He probably would have pledged a fraternity in college.
Milly just likes to fuck shit up. She’s punk rock through and through. But if you scratch her belly, it’s game over; even her anarchist spirit can’t fight that special move.
Link is the largest. He reminds me of wreck-it Ralph. Everyone thinks he’s this big, bad guy because of his size (and he fights with my other male sometimes, pecking order and whatnot), but he’s really just a big ‘ol softy. You can usually find him snuggling with Zelda.
Zelda is the matriarch. No one fucks with her. She’s small and frail, but when it’s go-time she can deliver the People’s Elbow like no ones business, and the other ferrets always submit. She sleeps most of the day but she’s a secret fatty and will always wake up up the sound of the treat bag being opened.
Clearly, I could talk about those little fuckers all day.
(Fun fact: a group of ferrets is called a “business”)
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