Good News (Maybe) for Ferret Owners in New York City

New York pet ferret

 

For 15 years, ferrets in New York City have been living in the shadows, outlawed under Mayor Rudolph Giuliani, who famously told a ferret fancier that “this excessive concern with little weasels is a sickness”.

 

Now there’s a bit of hope for the slinky creatures. Years of lobbying by ferret owners has finally landed an audience in Mayor Bill de Blasio’s administration, which says it could hold a hearing by the end of the year on a measure to make ferrets legal once again.

“Why would you ban ferrets?” asks Candace Lucas, who has owned ferrets for about 25 years and currently shares her Manhattan apartment with six-year-old Tink. “How is a ferret any different than having a dog or a cat? Why would a ferret be something that would create any kind of problem?”

Ferrets are legal in most of the US but are prohibited in California and Hawaii and in some municipalities, including New York City for the stated health department reason of “vicious, unprovoked attacks on humans”. Backers say ferrets don’t attack unless they have been starved or abused.

Read the full story here.

 

Trucking Ferrets

Have you ever heard of a fuzzy going trucking? I have to admit I never had . . . till the otherTrucking Ferrets night when I was talking on the phone with my brother, who is a long-haul truck driver.

Like me, my brother is a big animal lover. He has a 10-year-old Basset hound named Petey. This dog is his buddy, and if he weren’t so old, my brother would take Petey on the road with him.

Anyhow, while we were talking on the phone, I was trying to clean Rikki’s and Possum’s cage and litter boxes. And, as usual, I was getting a lot more “help” from them than I needed. My brother kept hearing all this noise and asked what in the world I was doing. So I told him what I was doing and how Rikki and Possum were trying to dig the clean litter out of their boxes and getting it on the floor.

That started the conversation about him seeing truck drivers with their various pets on the road. My brother then told me about the time he was at a truck stop filling up his truck with diesel when another truck pulled up beside him to refuel.

He said a big burly guy got out of the truck and was talking to someone or something. My brother didn’t see anyone else in that truck and he saw the driver lifting something out, so he figured he was talking to a pet, most likely a dog. Then he saw the driver walking something around the truck with him while it was filling.

My brother told me that at this point he couldn’t keep from laughing. Around the truck came a big guy holding the end of a leash. And at the other end of the leash – my brother was expecting to see a great big dog – was a ferret!Albino Ferret in Purse

Yep, you read it right, a ferret. Up to that point, my brother thought he had seen just about everything on the road. But he had to admit that wasn’t the case until he saw this great big tough-looking guy walking his pet ferret at the truck stop.

Now, we know that fuzzies like to go trucking too!

For more information on how to travel with ferrets, take a look at Getting Started with Pet Ferrets, a comprehensive guide for new ferret owners.

Theft – Is it a Ferret Problem in Your House?

Do you have a problem of thievery in your house? Well, I do! And the little thieves are named Rikki Tikki Tavi and Awesome Possum.

Actually, Rikki is my biggest thief. Possum is my little clown. I actually should say PossumFerret Stealing is my “big” clown. He is at least twice as big as Rikki, both lengthwise and weight-wise.

I’m a barefoot person when I’m in the house. I kick my shoes off in my bedroom and then go do whatever I need to do. When I decide to go outside, I go into my bedroom, and – behold! – my shoes are not where I put them. So the shoe hunt is on! Most of the time, they are under my bed – but not all the time. Then it can take me almost an hour to find them.

Not only do I have to worry about my shoes (and this is embarrassing to tell, but I also haveFerret Looking for Something to Steal to hunt up my bras. Yep. My bras! The little fuzzies get into my dirty-clothes hamper and dig them out, cart them to my closet or stash them under my bed, and then sleep in them. (I told you it was embarrassing. But, I have to admit, it’s also funny.)

I think ferrets must be kin to pack rats. They really aren’t, but they should be because they hide about everything! They even hide their favorite toys.

Rikki has a plastic frog that used to be my grandchildren’s bath toy. (As you can tell, it’s not now though.) Rikki hides that frog so we can’t get it.

Possum’s favorite toy is a cat toy that was given to him and Rikki by a very close friend. Well, Rikki never gets to play with it because Possum hides it from her. And when Rikki finally does find it . . . Possum hides it again in a new hiding spot.

If you don’t want anything of value taken, don’t put it where little thieves can get it. If you ever watched The Beastmaster, then you remember that the little thieves who stole clothes were Podo and Kodo, two ferrets. And in case you didn’t know, the name “ferret” comes from the Latin word “furonem,” which means “thief.”

So, a warning to all ferret owners: we are doomed to suffer thievery!