Frankie's Collections

I just love to steal your socks!

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This was Frankie's favorite thing to do, sometimes you would think you had lost your mind because your socks or other items were not where you were sure you had left them.  Frankie had a special spot for storing his borrowed items, we all knew that if you could not find something, it more than likely would be there.

Frankie loved to take socks, right out of the laundry basket, clean or dirty did not make any difference to him, a treasure was a treasure.  Ferrets love anything made of rubber, which we did not know until we adopted him so he was famous for stealing toothbrushes, hair brushes, rubber oven mitts, you name it, he tried to carry it away.  Size was never an issue, he would run backwards dragging the item by his teeth.

We found his treasure hiding spot by accident during the weekly vacuuming when I discovered a pair of socks and a toothbrush.  We were not aware that Frankie was doing this during his free time from his cage and just figured they had accidentally fallen there from the couch.  But with every new week, cleaning provided more and more missing objects.  We were beginning to suspect who the little culprit was but still had not caught Frankie in the act.

One day we were watching a program while Frankie was out and about looking for trouble when we saw him run by with a toothbrush in his mouth.  When we called his name, he quickly scurried under the couch with his prize.  Aha, caught red-handed but how did he get that toothbrush?  It seems that the item had been sitting on the side of the bathtub and he was able to stand on his hind legs and grab it.  

What a sneaky little fellow he was!  There were many items that he collected that we had to retrieve which concerned Frankie that his items kept disappearing but he was quite happy to venture out to find more.

When we picked Frankie up from the pet store, my son had a hockey practice so Frankie came to the arena with us.  As this was all new to him, he just slept in my jacket the entire time with his head sticking out.  One of the fathers related a story to me about his interaction with ferrets.  He was a firefighter and had been called out to a small fire in the upper level of the house a few years back.  They had to cut open the wall to contain the fire and they found 50 pairs of socks (his words not mine) stocked up in between the studs which they found quite interesting.  When they mentioned it to the owner, he was shocked but it certainly eased his mind because he could not figure out how his socks kept disappearing over the years, mystery solved.

Frankie was such a beautiful little creature and we miss him dearly!  Now, our toothbrushes are exactly where we put them last!  Makes me wonder where the socks really go when they are transferred to the dryer from the washer?

Thank you for reading, more adventures to follow!