I learned, today, that there is at least a third ferret owner, here. I didn’t want to bug Ferret_Herder, if there were just the two of us, but since there are more, let’s have a frolic!
Maybe there are more of us, here.
I have just two, at the moment. I know a lot of ferret owners prefer larger numbers, but two works for us. Kringle, The Christmas Ferret, is very light colored Silver Mitt, and, sorry folks, the cutest ferret in the world. Unfortunately, he’s not too healthy. He has Severe Inflamatory Bowel Disease, which necessitates forcing medicine into him every night. But, he’s doing really well, at the moment. He’s also one of the sweetest critters I’ve ever known; a total cuddlepuppy, who loves his Daddy.
Shadow, on the other hand, is a dark Sable. Very handsome, but the embodiment of evil. When people meet both of them, together, Shadow gets the Oohs. Then people notice Kringle, and he gets the Awwws. Both of them really like people, and Shadow isn’t mean. He doesn’t bite; he’s just evil.
For instance, they’ve both been sound asleep in their cage, although the cage door was open. On my way to the bedroom, I noticed that, at some point, Shadow had awakened, walked past the litter box on the top shelf of the cage, walked past the litter box on the bottom shelf, climbed OVER the litter box in the back hallway, and pooped and peed BEHIND it. Then he reversed course, and went back to sleep. Grrrrrrr!
He will also push the perfectly clean litter box on the lower level out of the way, climb behind IT, and poop on the cage floor. The only part of the cage floor that isn’t covered with newspaper. Not that he has an aversion to pooping on paper. Oh, no. I can pretty much time how long it will be, after I’ve put fresh paper in the cage, before he poops right smack dab in the middle of the cage door, on the paper.
So, tell me about your feasels. 


He is very vocal, and runs and jumps around “dooking” (making a chuckling sound associated with happiness/play) often. He has a funny kind of a fast trot to his usual walk; he seems to make an amazing amount of leg movements for the short distance he covers. He also likes to chew on the straps of their hammocks. Since he nearly always does it to the one his “sister” is in, I joke that he’s just trying to dump her out of it. We call our female a “ditz” - when she shed out her fur for winter, her head fur turned a bright blonde so it was appropriate. She’s more likely to accidentally run into something when jumping around happily, or to be slow on the draw at trying to escape when I open the cage door. She really hates baths, in that she’ll clutch you with her paws when she hears water running, and knows that the bathroom = “place where I get a bath”, so she’ll often reflexively clutch you when she notices you’re holding her in the bathroom. She also has to remove food from the dish before she’ll eat it.
She doesn’t bite anything but socks now, but the name still suits her. She’s the most expressive of the bunch, and has prefected what we call the “fruitloop dance” which she does whenever her sweet tooth acts up. We decided not to get another ferret since a. she didn’t seem to miss Fang as much as he had Bandit(frankly, she seems to like having the cage- which is nearly as tall as I am and considerably wider- to herself. overly affectionate she’s not) b. we didn’t want to get another baby and have ferrets far apart in ages again. Perhaps I’ll start over with another pair someday, who knows.