Knock, knock, knock.
I wonder who that could be.
Are you missing a white ferret? There's one under my sink.
Oh my goodness, I didn't realize one of ferrets got out.
Boromir! What are doing under the neighbor's sink? I'm so sorry ma'am.
Neighbor wondered how my furbaby got under her sink.
Took Boromir home with a scolding. He was a hungry baby. Then when it hit me how close I was to loosing Boromir after 6 days (and lost my baby ferret Beren after 1 day), my asthma started acting up and I burst into tears. I'm still shaken up by it. I was paranoid all week constantly looking for furbabies to make sure no furbaby got out. This morning Luthien and Boromir were at the door when I left for work. I swished them inside with my foot and I don't know how I missed Boromir escaping into the hallway. Thank goodness for a good neighbor. The shelter down the street hates me because each ferret I have gotten eventually escapes (Luthien is the exemption so far) making me such a horrible caretaker letting them escape into a dangerous world as if I do it on purpose. Well, Boromir is home.
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