My Ferrets Contd.

Buster This little bundle of blaze-colored trouble is Buster. My second and punkiest ferret, he was born March 1997. He came to me with an intestinal yeast infection (ewwww) that was misdiagnosed at first, but he pulled through nicely to become a brat. Buster got into all sorts of trouble, but was also a big mama's boy - I could always count on a kiss from this guy. His favorite pasttimes are eating, beating up cats, and chewing on Ab-Rollers.

"Psst... buddy... got any cat food?"

Jaws of Death, laundry-style

My dad holding Buster the Red, Viking ferret

(left) Buster as a kit (right) That goofy looking kid again, holding Sculley (l) and Buster (r)

Baby My youngest ferret is Baby; which is why she has the fewest pictures. She was very timid when I first got her. She would hang around Buster and Sculley, but would scoot under the bed every time I entered the room. Once she got some attitude, she was fearless - she could leap 5 feet from a couch to a table like it was 5 inches. She came close to out-punking Buster, which is no small feat!

Baby and one of her favorite toys

"If I pout enough, can I have a treat?"