EW!!!

Even we think this is gross. Thanks Mommy for not making Sassy live with us anymore!
~Weasels of Mustelid Manor~

The Adventures of Cinnamon Girl

“Well, I got caught.

Being a bit smarter and more adventurous than my downstairs neighbors, I have been escaping the confines of my cage and daily roaming the apartment while the one they call mommy is away. All fine and dandy; the wench, Mash, has attempted to tell on me, but her cries have fallen upon deaf ears.

The mommy came home early the other day. Sure enough, Mash ran to the door verbalizing her anxiety about my appearance in her room (which I was unable to enter, I may add), and the mommy followed her to see what was wrong.

I had just fought the big, fuzzy bath mat and had finished showing it who was boss and was working my way to the bottom of the bathroom garbage can when she busted me. I attempted puffing up and scuttling around like a mad mustelid in hopes of frightening her and altering my appearance enough that she would mistake me for a rabid weasel that had broken into the apartment.

Nope, didn’t work. She has since made my living quarters inescapable. Total bummer.

Overall though, not a bad setup. Having a pretty cool time. Have my own toys, my place stays pretty clean, still fighting with the little mink vixen, Link, and for the record, Ms. N was right, that bitch DOES need a diaper! Every time we fight, she flips out and craps everywhere—and for some reason, I’m the one that gets hauled off and has to go to bed. Not cool.

But anyhoo, there are new pictures in my photo album and it sounds like this is my forever home, no matter what Link thinks, says or does. So be watching for my story to appear on the ferret history and picture page. So until next time, Happy Cat Chasing—Hugs and Kisses!”
~Cinnamon Girl~

My Worst Nightmare!

Found online from another weasel mom--now these are just funny!

Not so much with the first few pictures, although it is amusing to try and count how many ferrets there are before the slide changes...

Let's just say that you'll know which pictures I mean when you see them! :)
~Mustelid Mommy~

Did it Rain on Your Parade?

For all of you that were upset that it rained on the fourth of July, don’t blame bad weather...

Blame Mash.

Surely you have all heard that when cats sleep on their heads it makes it rain? Our mom learned that from one of the families that she worked with. We've seen Mash sleeping like that a lot through out the years and sure enough, it always rains afterwards.

Mash wanted mom to stay home on her day off and brush her. She thought making it rain would make the parade, fireworks and 4th of July parties go away (plus Mash is afraid of fireworks--what a silly pussy). So she spent the majority of July third sleeping on her face hoping that if it rained, everything would be canceled.

So that’s the scoop guys. We’ve been living with Mash long enough to see through her plots and schemes. She’s one sick kitty.
~Super Smart Six~