There is a ferret in my pants.
Seriously. I'm sitting on the floor in the living room with my back against the sofa. Ouzo's being a crazed, happy, playful weasel -- in my pants. They're loose-fitting pajama pants. Said fert found the cuffs in no time flat. On the plus side, he's warm and fuzzy. I'm not too fond of him occasionally digging at my leg, though. Ouch!
It takes a special kind of person to have a ferret. :)
It takes a special kind of person to have a ferret. :)