The new weezil penthouse (it didn’t look this big on the box – and the best thing was it came unassembled with NO instructions – woo-hoo!)
Typhoon in his new hammock
Typhoon in his new hammock again
Typhoon in his new hammock again
Typhoon in his new hammock again (do the words SO CUTE mean anything?!)
Me & Typhoon sacked out – well I am at least – he wants the camera
Finally ~ a use for those stupid California classification manuals!
Typhoon discovers my Coors Light
Move the can and the weezil finds it – sigh…
Closet doors are no match for the weezil
Briefcases make GREAT toys!
And so do trash cans…
Just look what one weezil can do to one overfilled trash can
And then some…
Trash can fun is never done!
The new favorite game – find the weezil!
Ah, finally a tired Typhoon after an hour of play…
And, the sneaky little bugger, found his way onto my computer when I left the room and he’s applied for membership with the Weezils of Doom, or the F.E.R.T. (Ferret’s for Earth Rule Today) ~ but I must admit, this is a MUST SEE web page!