Post by LindaM on May 17, 2017 14:18:34 GMT -5
Seems this morning that all of my fuzzbutts have had WAY too much energy and WAY too much mischief in their little hearts. We started the day off with all of them getting on the bed to say good morning to me, and play a bit. Athena and I played "Nip-a-Hand" (think Whack-A-Mole, but poking your hand in and out like the mole under the pillow the ferret is hiding under). Athena is quite intelligent, and very well bite-trained, so she knows to only give soft nips.
While we were playing that, the boys took to wrestling. Apollo squealing like a wounded baby, while actually having gotten on top and smashing Loki's head into the floor, and Ares dancing around like some insane heathen as he watched the scuffle unfold (he really is a warmonger).
At this stage, Athena wandered off and I went to the kitchen to prepare their breakfast. That's when I heard a really loud bang, and stormed into the bedroom to find nothing, and then into our en-suite bathroom. Wanna guess what I found?
Yup, my little Athena, living up proudly to her name's other parts as a goddess of wisdom and crafts. Little madam had somehow decided to climb the bathroom waste-bin (it's an open one and we already only throw tissues or empty toilet rolls into it as they get inside it), balance herself on the edge of it, jump onto the toilet, then onto the toilet tank, and finally onto the sink counter. Where, of course, she proceeded to throw off onto the floor; the metal toilet paper holder, a bottle of air-freshener, hubby's toothbrush, and my bottle of EOS shaving lotion. *
Zero guilt in those little red eyes, only a smug satisfaction of one's own abilities. Now I have to go ferret proof things all over again.. seems we will either need a kitchen size, battery-powered/step pedal trash can that's much too high for her to get on (small/bathroom step cans don't work, they figured those out and team-work it).
While we were playing that, the boys took to wrestling. Apollo squealing like a wounded baby, while actually having gotten on top and smashing Loki's head into the floor, and Ares dancing around like some insane heathen as he watched the scuffle unfold (he really is a warmonger).
At this stage, Athena wandered off and I went to the kitchen to prepare their breakfast. That's when I heard a really loud bang, and stormed into the bedroom to find nothing, and then into our en-suite bathroom. Wanna guess what I found?
Yup, my little Athena, living up proudly to her name's other parts as a goddess of wisdom and crafts. Little madam had somehow decided to climb the bathroom waste-bin (it's an open one and we already only throw tissues or empty toilet rolls into it as they get inside it), balance herself on the edge of it, jump onto the toilet, then onto the toilet tank, and finally onto the sink counter. Where, of course, she proceeded to throw off onto the floor; the metal toilet paper holder, a bottle of air-freshener, hubby's toothbrush, and my bottle of EOS shaving lotion. *
Zero guilt in those little red eyes, only a smug satisfaction of one's own abilities. Now I have to go ferret proof things all over again.. seems we will either need a kitchen size, battery-powered/step pedal trash can that's much too high for her to get on (small/bathroom step cans don't work, they figured those out and team-work it).