Lady's heart belongs to "O"

<body topmargin=0 leftmargin=0 marginheight=0 marginwidth=0> <table cellpadding=0 cellspacing=0 border=0><tr> <td valign="top" rowspan="2" width=150 BGCOLOR="#000000" TEXT="#F7F7FF" background="136fcfa2dvldtc.gif"> <bR> </td> <td valign="top" colspan=2 height=94 BGCOLOR="#111111" TEXT="#F7F7FF"> <div> <FONT SIZE="5" COLOR="#FFFFFF" FACE="Arial" ><B>FurpeopleWeyr</B></FONT>     |     <A HREF="index.htm" TARGET="_top" TITLE="FurpeopleWeyr"><U>home</U></A></div> <div> <A HREF="id17.htm" TARGET="_top" TITLE="Ferret Basics"><U>Ferret Basics</U></A>   |   <A HREF="id18.htm" TARGET="_top" TITLE="Meet the Fur People"><U>Meet the Fur People</U></A>   |   <A HREF="id20.htm" TARGET="_top" TITLE="When Lightening Strikes"><U>When Lightening Strikes</U></A>   |   <A HREF="id21.htm" TARGET="_top" TITLE="Freddys Famous Chicken Soup"><U>Freddy's Famous Chicken Soup</U></A>   |   <A HREF="id22.htm" TARGET="_top" TITLE="Fate"><U>Fate</U></A>   |   <A HREF="id23.htm" TARGET="_top" TITLE="Fetish and Sidekick"><U>Fetish and Sidekick</U></A>   |   <A HREF="id25.htm" TARGET="_top" TITLE="Stuff"><U>Stuff</U></A>   |   <A HREF="id26.htm" TARGET="_top" TITLE="Links"><U>Links</U></A>   |   <A HREF="id27.htm" TARGET="_top" TITLE="Just One More"><U>Just One More</U></A>   |   <A HREF="id28.htm" TARGET="_top" TITLE="Adopt Me"><U>Adopt Me</U></A>   |   <A HREF="id29.htm" TARGET="_top" TITLE="Make a Donation to help a ferret "><U>Make a Donation to help a ferret </U></A>   |   <A HREF="id31.htm" TARGET="_top" TITLE="Beathoven"><U>Beathoven</U></A>   |   <A HREF="id30.htm" TARGET="_top" TITLE="Stories From Our House"><U>Stories From Our House</U></A>   |   <B>Lady's heart belongs to "O"</B>   |   <A HREF="id24.htm" TARGET="_top" TITLE="Contact Us"><U>Contact Us</U></A></div> </td> </tr><tr> <td valign="top" height=386 colspan=2 BGCOLOR="#000000" TEXT="#F7F7FF"> <div> Lady's heart belongs to "O"</div> <div> <IMG SRC="13001a60.jpg" border=0 width="257" height="166" ALIGN="BOTTOM" HSPACE="0" VSPACE="0"></div> <div> So Morgan, my year and almost a half old grand niece, met the ferrets today for the first time. </div> <bR> <div> Originally she thought she'd like Atani, the 5 month old Aussie pup, but Atani liked her a little too much. Then she spotted Lovey trying to get out the sliding glass door to join us in the back yard. So I picked up Lovey and handed her to Darin, Morgan’s 12yr old brother. Morgan had to have her and the affair began.</div> <bR> <div> Of course big brother being 3rd generation ferret wrangler was more than capable of maintaining order and safety. First thing he did was take off Morgan's shoes when we got back inside, then he started showing her all the fun things playing with a ferret could be. Spinner ball, tubes, weasel war dance, the gambit. But then............ then the large paper grocery bag full of paper laying on the kitchen floor began to move . . .. and shake . . . . . and wiggle . . . . and rattle..... Morgan hollered for Darin and beat feet back into the living room. That sack was alive and obviously hostile! Big brother took her back into the kitchen and while she watched with widening eyes, ‘big brothers are SO brave!’ he pulled a ferret from the bag. She of course ran up and grabbed the ferret. They are now her all time favorite friends. </div> <bR> <div> Despite the ferret being pulled from the bag and the bag monster being summarily dispatched and not moving any more, she never did trust that bag and would skirt it for the rest of the night.</div> <bR> <div> Fish are interesting, Atani was soft, but ferrets are the best thing at B's house (and there is a LOT of stuff there) especially with big brother backing you up! </div> <bR> <div> Oh and don't tell Mom, but ferret food ain't half bad either!</div> <div> <IMG SRC="12327320.gif" border=0 width="551" height="50" ALIGN="BOTTOM" HSPACE="0" VSPACE="0"></div> <div> The Lady's Heart belongs to "O"</div> <bR> <div> Morgan is not quite 2 yr old now. I don't get to see her often, but occasionally I'll bump into her visiting other family members or at a store. Even though she is not yet litter box trained, sorry that's an inside joke, I'll grab her and steal her for a little bit. Tonight I stole her for a couple of hours.</div> <bR> <div> The first time she visited us at home she came over with the rest of her family, Mom, Dad, and Big Brother Darin to meet the new puppy, Atani. That was very exciting, but equally unnerving. She loved Marvin, but her heart was stolen by the ferrets. Tonight it was stolen by a ferret - Owl.</div> <bR> <div> We started out meeting Sugar who loves her humans, but she's real low key. We moved up to Lovey, who lives up to her name in every way but who was still a little too sedate, and Beethoven. 'Tovan was tons of fun because he bounces, runs, jumps and weasel war dances the way a ferret should, just a little too well. He got claps of the hands, ouuussss and ahhhhhhs, copious amounts of giggles and out right laughs. Of course he wore out before she did.</div> <bR> <div> Moving right along to the next group; Moose, Bonwhin and Owl. Morgan spotted Owl before I even had the gate open for him to come out. She couldn't make a whole word, not even an Ouuu. The mouth was open, the eyes were wide, and the finger was pointing. You could tell she was smitten. Owl is currently wearing his winter coat, thick, fluffy, and a completely different colour than anyone else in the house. "Kitty?" "No, fer-rat." "Kitty?" "No, Owl." "Ohhhhhhhh. Kitty." "No, Ferrr-rrrat". And off down the hall we all went.</div> <bR> <div> Where she'd been vocal and animated with the other ferrets, she just followed him around. I picked him up and tried to hand him to her, she'd refused to even touch the others. Very tentatively she took him. "Ouuuu." Then she handed him right back. "Kitty?" "No, ferret". You could see her trying to process as they left the kitchen together. </div> <bR> <div> We sat on the living room floor and played ferret games for a few minutes until Bonwhin came in and ordered room service. Bonwhin never asks for anything, she demands. "Kitty?" "Bonwhin". She looked at Owl with confusion. I knew what she was thinking - these kitties have an awful lot of names. It took no convincing just a kitchen chair pulled up to the kitchen sink for her to make soup for her new friends. Together we carefully set the saucer on the floor in front of Bon. "Where's Owl? Don't you think he'll want soup too?" The face said "Oh my gosh" but what came out as she shuffled into the living room to find him was "O! O!" She can't quite say "Owl", it comes out missing a few fundamentals, but every one in the room knew who she was looking for, including "O!"</div> <bR> <div> For the rest of the night, it was "O this and O that", follow him around, telling him her life story, discussing the advantages of furry ferret toys vs. tennis balls, which foods might be best and all the important things a young lady discusses with her new love. When Daddy, Momma and Brother came by to get her, they too had to be shown the incredible "O" and his uniqueness impressed upon them. Big Brother could play with any one and any thing in the house, Daddy and Momma could hold the others, but Morgan only has eyes for Owl. </div> <bR> <div> Clearly, the Lady's heart belongs to "O".</div> <div> <IMG SRC="11fc20e0.jpg" border=0 width="194" height="270" ALIGN="BOTTOM" HSPACE="0" VSPACE="0"> <IMG SRC="121c8d20.jpg" border=0 width="200" height="210" ALIGN="BOTTOM" HSPACE="0" VSPACE="0"></div> <div> <IMG SRC="12327320.gif" border=0 width="551" height="50" ALIGN="BOTTOM" HSPACE="0" VSPACE="0"></div> <div> <IMG SRC="12327320.gif" border=0 width="551" height="50" ALIGN="BOTTOM" HSPACE="0" VSPACE="0"></div> <div> October 31, 2011</div> <div> All Hallows Eve 2011</div> <div> It’s a year to the day and now she’s two</div> <div> She looks all around, oh what’s a Lady to do?</div> <div> She’s clearly at B’s house, that much is true,</div> <div> But something is missing, Oh what shall she do?</div> <div> She looks up at B, hope in her eyes,</div> <div> And murmurs quite softly, wanting no surprise.</div> <div> She knows he’s here somewhere, her little heart flies,</div> <div> The little lip trembles, please B, don’t let him hide.</div> <div> A single syllable, so softly said, </div> <div> Oh please B, tell her he’s only in bed.</div> <div> B opens the door, she rushes inside,</div> <div> Oh please let her find the light of her life.</div> <div> She runs down the hall, that single note rings,</div> <div> She stops at his door, her little heart sings!</div> <div> There standing and waiting, hearing her cry,</div> <div> Stands an Owl faced ferret, a light in his eyes.</div> <div> I open the gate, she bolts inside,</div> <div> He reaches for her, she scoops his ferrety hide.</div> <div> Its still clear as can be and you can see it is so,</div> <div> Everyone knows the Lady prefers O!</div> <div>  <IMG SRC="1294dfa0.jpg" border=0 width="333" height="250" ALIGN="BOTTOM" HSPACE="0" VSPACE="0"> <IMG SRC="12b4dfa0.jpg" border=0 width="333" height="250" ALIGN="BOTTOM" HSPACE="0" VSPACE="0"></div> <bR> <div> Christmas 2011</div> <div> I hadn't quite finished eating my Christmas dinner when my 2 yr old grand niece, Morgan, came up to me. "We go you house?". The camper is my house when we are away from home. "Sure honey we can go to my house, can I finish my dinner?" "No. We go you house." "Now?" "We go." Okay, I guess I'm done. I'd wondered all after noon how long it would be before she and I made this tri...p, I guess it had been long enough. </div> <bR> <div> It was already dark, there are no lights out here in Nowhere Arizona so dark is really dark and its cold. On went coats and shoes, too slowly I might mention, and out we went. Each horse we passed on the way was greeted by name and a "hi", but we didn't slow down. Morgan was on a mission. Up the hill between Grandma's and Aunt Robin's where B's house is, those little feet trekked, each step set with determination. "We go you house." "Yep honey, we're going". </div> <bR> <div> We got to the top of the hill and she spotted the trailer sitting in the dark. "You house." "Yep, my house". Like an arrow fired true she led us. "You house," a statement of fact made looking up at the door as I unlocked and opened it, turned on the light and then helped her up the step. She didn't say another word, just tossed off her coat and went to pulling on her boots trying to get them off all the while looking around, searching. "He's here honey, just let me help you with your boots." Jaw set, patience starting to run short, it was a long walk after all, the eyes still darting around. </div> <bR> <div> Finally the shoes are off and she can begin to search, but she doesn't. She just stands there.......... "He's here honey, I promise." She glances up at me looking for reassurance, she hasn't seen a single one, no one is moving, everyone is curled into beds or blankets sleeping. She looks around again very slowly this time and very softly . . ."O?". Tears brim my eyes. She so loves that ferret. "Do you want me to help you find him?" Still no words, just a quick nod. I lift her up over the barrier, set her on his side of the room and point to a lump in a blanket. She looks up at me instead of at the lump. "O?" "He's in there honey". She bends down, carefully pulls the blanket aside and starts giggling. "O!". Awaken he looks around over his shoulder a gleam in his eye. She picks him up, rubs him against her face and neck hugging him, giggling the whole time. "O!". </div> <bR> <div> Eventually she puts him down and picks up each of the others for a hug and some play but her eyes are never far from his and at the end of the night, he is the last one to be put back to bed and covered up with a much softer, "O". </div> <bR> <div> Isn't Christmas about love? "O" I think it is.</div> <bR> <bR> </td> </tr></table></body>