Alex was woken up by a rattling sound. He got up and put on his dressing gown, headed through to the sitting room and opened the ferret’s carry case.
“Woohoo!” thought Milly, bounding out and running to the water bowl, sniffing it, ignoring it and then hunting around for the food bowl. Alex had left already, heading to the fridge to retrieve said food bowl, along with a tasty treat for Milly, who had been such a good ferret all night.
The dead chick got put in a separate food tray to the dry cat food, though Alex wasn’t sure why. Milly didn’t seem to care, taking the chick and dumping it at the back of her carry case, which annoyed Alex a lot as he was just about to clean it out. He wasn’t sure how the ferret would react if he started taking food out of her cage. She’d bitten his leg the night before in what was supposedly “play.”
However, Milly was off doing something somewhere. Probably pooing. Alex wasn’t going to risk shoving his hand in the case in the same room though, and carried it through to the kitchen. Milly followed, which Alex hadn’t counted on. That created difficulties, but Milly, having not been in the kitchen before, was too busy running around and sniffing things, so Alex was able to clear the case in peace.
Case cleaned, blanket in the wash, Alex brought it back through and went about his normal day. Milly was busy with the chick and cat food. Mostly the chick, which got torn in half and had its innards eaten. A foot was saved for later.
Once the blanket was washed, it dried fairly quickly and was back in the case in no time at all. Alex then sat down and socialised with her. Milly came up, scrambled onto his legs and let herself by stroked. She crawled a bit higher, nuzzled Alex’s arm and then bit his hand, piercing the skin and drawing a little blood.
“No,” said Alex. He stood up and left the room for a few minutes, as he had been told to to discourage biting.
When he came back, he tried it again, and Milly was perfectly sociable until she bit him once more. He left again, then came back and switched on his laptop instead. Milly contented herself with running around the room, sniffing things.
Much later, Milly had exhausted the flat for things to sniff and so was after attention again. She came and tried to scrabble up onto Alex’s chair but couldn’t make it, so Alex sat on the floor instead. Milly scrabbled onto his legs without nipping them, nuzzled his arm without nipping it, then clamped her jaws down hard on his hand. Then she didn’t let go. Alex screamed and shook it, skidding Milly across the floor. “Whoo!” her expression said, “let’s go go go!” She jumped onto her legs and hopped back towards him. Alex jumped to his feet, onto the sofa and across it, Milly running along the ground next to him. He leapt from the sofa through the door and slammed it behind him, cutting off the ferret’s advance. That’s when the crying began.
Meanwhile, Milly was having fun in the front room again.
Alex opened the door, but Milly looked up and he slammed it shut again, terrified. He wandered from room to room, wondering what to do. If she went back into her case, he could close the door and he’d be safe. But how could he could get her in without her biting him again?
He settled for sulking about and sobbing, waiting until she went in on her own. Periodically, he’d check in. Finally, she did wander in to finish off the chick. Alex ran in and shut the door. Success! Milly looked upset, which was more than a little heart-wrenching.
The rest of the day passed normally, though every so often Milly clawed at the door, which just upset Alex more, though he couldn’t let her out for fear of being savaged.
It eventually got to the point that he couldn’t take it any more and let her out, but she made a beeline for him. Alex realised his mistake and screamed again, running to the other side of the room. Milly pursued, “YEEEEAAH!” she thought, “PLAYIN’ A GAAAAME!” and bounced across the room, terrifying Alex further. He started yelling “No no no no no!” repeatedly and dived onto the sofa again, but Milly had clearly figured out the sofa and managed to jump up, grabbing onto a cushion with her teeth and pulling herself up. Alex’s next leap made the cushion spring up, dropping her back onto the floor. Unperturbed, she scampered along beside him.
Showing her ability to learn, Milly made sure she was faster this time and already had her head in the door before it was shut. Alex was screaming again. He went into the kitchen and got the door shut in time. Milly sat outside, scratching.
After she’d left, he cautiously peaked out. She wasn’t in sight and must have gone back into the living room. He crept over and looked through the door. Her head swung up and she darted towards him, causing another scream as Alex slammed the door and decided to simply surrender that part of the flat to Milly.
An hour or so later, Alex was ready to start doing the washing up, but there were dirty dishes in the living room. This led to a complex game of cat and mouse, where Alex grabbed one plate at a time, hoping that Milly would stay distracted long enough each time. There was one close shave where she started following him when he had his hands full with glasses. He didn’t shut the door in time and Milly joined him in the kitchen. Dancing ensued as he kept his feet out of her reach.
Eventually, Alex and Milly worked out a happy medium. She got free reign of the flat whilst Alex stood on a chair, occasionally shooing her away, and did the washing up. Alex stood on his chair for the rest of the afternoon and waited for Leitza to get home.