||Two year old|
||Buffalo Grove, Illinois, USA|
is Gizmo. In the first picture he is staring up at me after being
caught playing in a pile of clothes on my floor. In the second picture
Gizmo is playing in a pile of shavings we threw on our outdoor garden.
Our family adopted him from a friend who had him a few days before
learning that taking care of a ferret was a lot of responsibility.
Gizmo was just a few weeks old (too young to be taken from his mother)
and was very malnourished when our family adopted him. He's very strong
now, however he is still the baby of the family, and cries during
thunderstorms and when he has nightmares until one of us rocks him back
He is the friendliest ferret I have ever seen. When we take him out
every morning to play the first thing he does is climb up into everyone's
beds to make sure that the whole family is up and playing with him.
Even my father, who claims to not like pets, is often caught running
around the upstairs of our house with Gizmo chasing his heels.
My family has had a few ferrets prior to Giz, however none of them have
been as people-oriented and curious as he is. In his short time with us
so far, he has definitely become a member of our family.