Sprout Zorro and Friends by Kim

For Sprout Zorro 1999
Mufin 1998-1999 and
My ferret friends 1999

I got Sprout and Zorro together when I was 13. I only had them for about 2 months before thay died. Sprout died of green slim a common and deadly virus in ferrets and Zorro died of loneliness. Sprout died at the vet after trying everything my parents could to keep her alive and Zorro was put to sleep 3 days later because he was so weak and lonely. We thought it was the best thing for him.

During the same time we had 5 other ferrets. Their names were Mufin. She was a 7th place winner in a ferret show out of like 40 ferrets and she was given to my parents because she was too old to show. She was 3. She was the best of my ferrets and I loved her a lot. She could have died of many things heat stroke green slim or just old age. I will never know because in the summer the ferret’s cage was put out side in a shed but the day she died was especially hot.

The day after she died I was so devastated. I did not know what to do so I told my dad that I wanted to get rid of the others Bear Bandet Skittels and Zipper (aka Bell). Zipper had the funnest story of all the ferrets we had. He was a rescue and we thought he was a girl so we named him Bell. Like a mounth later some friends of my parents where over and told us he was a boy so we named him Zipper for his speed.

Skittels was also a rescue but her story is not so funny. She was rescued from a kid who used a disposable razor and shaving cream to shave her back. After time it healed and the fur grow back.

Bandet was ouer first ferret and like most of our animals was brought home in my mom’s shirt. We were never told we where getting any animals. My mom just went to the pet store; buys them; puts them in her shirt and brings them home. He was a good guy but when the others would eat he would walk over and push them out of the way.

Now the best for last the escape artist Bear. Bear was of the bad sort. He would fight with the other ferrets but really was not that bad but he could get out of anything. There is a space under ouer basement door not a big one mind you and he would squeeze through and go in the basement and he would get out of the cage and go through the tubes behind the washing machine which he pulled off and run around the neighborhood tonting the neighbor’s dogs and getying in cat fights. Where ever you are guys I miss you all.

Kim