Ferrets
Cute as the dickens, but a lot of them seem to have something to prove. I've had many encounters over the years. There's nothing quite so funny as sticking your hand in the top of a cage, and pulling it back out with wee kits attached to each finger.

Anyway, my first ferret was a big hob who, upon arriving in my room, ran underneath the dresser and stayed there for eight hours, drawing blood from anything that got within six inches, and then darting back in. We finally coaxed him out with food, and he ran under someplace else and set up his biting blind. See, ferrets make very little noise, so for those first few weeks we all had to wear shoes everywhere in the house. He could come out of anywhere, and rarely used the same place twice. He'd hide under the fridge, the bed, inside an overturned box, inside a duffel bag, anyplace he could fit. We lived in constant fear.

I loved that ferret. He died this year, and I cried off and on for weeks.
(Random Ferret, Thu 2 Jun 2005, 15:33, Reply)