Introducing Katniss

I’ve been hiding something from you. Someone.

Her name is Katniss. She’s a ferret.

Katnis
It’s a long story about how she ended up coming to be with us, but I’ll just say it involves a broken microwave, me harassing some dude about ferrets’ nails needing to be trimmed, and my attempt to be strong and not get another ferret. I’m not going to lie, though. I fell in love with her immediately. I knew right away her name was Katniss. I cried a little when I left her.

Katniss
The day after we saw Katniss, I had a school visit. When I got home that afternoon, my husband walked into the kitchen with a ferret on his shoulder, butt-forward. (The ferret’s, not Hubs’s.) (This is pretty typical of ferrets. They don’t really care which way they’re facing.) The fur was brown, but so is Hiro’s. So I kissed Hubs, and then the ferret . . . and suddenly realized the fur didn’t feel like Hiro’s at all.

Katniss
She walked around to his other shoulder. Katniss!!

Katniss
Merry Christmas to both of us. Hubs knew I wanted her, but was trying to be tough. (Hah.) I set up a private cage for her, got her cleaned up, and got her eating the boys’ good food. She’s been introduced to both of them now. Hiro loves her, and loves to play with her, but so far Todd is still pretty wary. (He’ll come around.)

Katniss
Katniss is a great shoulder-rider. She eats like a champ. She likes to climb; I’ve watched her scale the big cage so she could find out what was on top. And the other day she escaped the arena ferret room by climbing up the sweater I’d slung over the baby gate; I didn’t realize she’d gotten out for several minutes, which I spent searching all of her favorite hiding and sleep spots in the room. At least I heard Kippy doing her stampede run and wondered what was going on out there.

Katniss
Why are all these pictures of her sleeping? Because she’s so fast I haven’t been able to get a good shot of her in motion. Yet.

So the ferret business is up to three. Todd, Hiro, and Katniss.