The Return of the Hole in the Wall Gang
FROM: The FerretPaw Print, July/August 2000
When you have owned ferrets for over twelve years, lived in the same house and have had many ferrets come and go and cross over the rainbow bridge, you would think that your house, small patio, and garage area should be ferret proofed by now. After all, a pair of girls named Thelma and Louise lived up to their names and for over six months, they squirmed in and out of places and did things no one else did before nor since. My boys have the run of most of the house, back patio area, and garage. Yes, garage. It is a single car, attached garage that opens onto the patio and back of the house. The boys would rather be in the garage than in the house, they love it. They are free to come and go as they please, have food and water and many different places to sleep, all with blankets or sleep sacks. The garage is cooler than the house is and just seems to be more fun.
One morning, I came downstairs to take care of the boys and finish getting ready for work. I had seen everyone but Kickapoo. Where was Kickapoo? I heard this scratching noise in the kitchen. Opened up the cupboards, looked and called, tried looking behind the refrigerator, opened it, even though I knew no one could have spent the night in there. Called my sister and told her that I heard scratching noises, she of course thought I had RATS! No, no, it sounded like a frantic ferret, I explained, and I still hadn't seen Kickapoo.
She came over at 6:45 am and started calling for Kickapoo, the more she called, the more frantic the scratching became. He was in the wall! Somehow Kickapoo had to have climbed to up one of the storage stacking shelf units and found a hole that allowed him to walk between the two floors of the house. Of course there would have been on reason for builders to have sealed off the opening in the wall from the ceiling between the floors.
So my sister was standing in the hallway telling me that we have to cut a hole in the wall and get him out. We had no idea how many hours he had been in there. So I told her fine, but we would move the refrigerator out and do it on the part of the wall hidden by the fridge, where it would not be so noticeable. So out came the razor blade knife, screwdriver, and hammer.
First I scored a nice 8 by 10 inch area which, in hind sight, could have been smaller. We weren't quite sure exactly where he was and wanted to be sure we did not cut or hit him in our rescue attempt. We used the screwdriver and hammer to get some leverage and remove the drywall. The bottom end of the cut was just where his nose was. I reached in and grabbed him by the scruff of the neck and pulled him up and out. Free at last! He was quite warm. We wrapped him in a damp towel to cool him down and gave him some water, lots of hugs and kisses, and locked him in the cage for the day. With Kickapoo safe and secure, we both finished getting ready for work and off we went. Just another day in a ferret household.
The moral of this story: NEVER, NEVER UNDER ESTIMATE A FERRET!
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