It was a Monday morning. I was less than four months old – I know this because I still couldn’t quite reach the cat food. The bowls of cat food were on the work top in the utility room and I could reach the work top, but my paws still tended to slide off.
My bipeds got up very early. I was taken outside very briefly and brought back in again. They had some breakfast and the male biped left in the car. The female biped opened the back door to take me out into the garden again and something fairly small and cream shot past her feet and up the step into the kitchen. I had no idea what it was, but I was very keen to follow it and find out.
Unfortunately my biped had a firm grip on my collar and didn’t let me go after it. She closed the door between the kitchen and the hall, she said she didn’t want Mulberry to come in. She then took me across to the back door and pushed me out and closed it. This was frustrating, but at least I could see in. The ferret, that’s what my biped said it was, had followed her out of the kitchen and was now in the utility room. It climbed up the linen basket and helped itself to whatever was in Pippin’s food dish!
My biped went and locked the cat flap – that meant that Pippin couldn’t get in! Then she left the room and came back with a cat basket and two clean bowls. She placed a bowl of cat food and a bowl of water into the cat basket, put the basket up on the work top and took away the bowl the ferret was eating from. I could see what her plan was, but the ferret was never going to fall for that! She stood back and waited – the ferret hopped into the basket to continue its meal. I had obviously underestimated how hungry it was! My biped closed the basket.
Then she went and unlocked the cat flap. She then came and opened the back door. I still wanted to go and find out more about this mysterious ferret, but she came out. She tried to have a game with me, but I was too excited to concentrate for long.
We went back indoors and I rushed over to have a sniff at the ferret. My biped stopped me from jumping up, she said I might frighten the ferret. Earlier she’d been worried it would bite me, or one of the cats, but now I mustn’t scare it! Bipeds are difficult to understand sometimes. She said, “Let’s take a little stroll and see if we can find someone who knows something about ferrets.”
She put on her shoes and attached a lead to my collar and we set off down the road. On the way she explained to me that she was hoping to catch our friend before he went out. He would probably know something about ferrets and he might know of someone who could look after it properly until we found out where it belonged. We were lucky, he was there! He was very surprised to hear that we had a ferret visiting us.
He asked if the ferret was tame and my biped said that she thought it was, but that she hadn’t handled it. Our friend said that he only knew of one person in the village who kept ferrets, but he would call by soon and he would take the ferret and look after it until we found out where it belonged.
Our friend arrived soon after we got home. He took the ferret out of the basket and checked it over, it seemed to like the attention. It wasn’t injured, which didn’t surprise us because we’d seen the speed it was moving around! It had been very hungry and thirsty though. He asked how we’d caught the ferret and, when my biped explained, he laughed and said that was quick thinking. I was proud that my biped had done so well under my supervision!
This little tale had a happy ending. The ferret was back in her own home within a couple of days. She’d escaped a few days before she visited us and she must have had quite an adventure. She was very pleased to see her own home again and her bipeds were very happy to get her back.
See you next Wednesday!