Did you know that in the United States, ferrets are the third most popular house pets, next to dogs and cats? Well, I didn’t know that, did you?
Here in Canada, we don’t have such a study and since most ferrets are kept indoors, I really have no idea. I had seen a couple of ferrets playing in the park and, that ferret that the owner was proudly walking on a leash in downtown Toronto recently. But that’s it.
Ferrets, I just learned, are very playful animals. They are hyper… I mean, they are full of spirit. They explode out of their cages at play time, leaping and twisting and scampering, with an obvious joy that to the people observing them find totally enchanting. They open their mouth and hiss (like in the picture) when they are being playful and when bouncing around and so, some people might think they are being attacked. But this is not so. Ferrets are friendly little animals, very affectionate to their owners and, they are wonderful pets.
So, who wants a ferret for a pet?
Oh I just want to add that ferrets are not rodents. They are members of the weasel family. I don’t know if that is good or bad… to the ferrets.
Please note that the ferret in the picture was not at any time being hurt. The “Help!” word on the picture is a joke, ok? I have a weird sense of humor.
I found these pretty red tomatoes on the street. Here in my Toronto neighborhood, the residents usually leave on the street anything they don’t need anymore. Things that they think a neighbor might want or need. Like, old furniture, clothes and shoes (usually clothes that their kids had outgrown), toys, pots and pans, dishes, etc. But tomatoes? This was the first.
Now, I was thinking, which I try not to make a habit of, that if a neighbor wanted to give away their tomatoes, they would certainly not leave them on the hot concrete pavement now, would they? They would leave them in a paper or plastic bag or… in a basket. Perhaps in a pretty basket. Aha! Someone could have taken the pretty basket and left the tomatoes on the street. That could be it.
One day while I was taking pictures of flowers in my neighborhood, I saw a beautiful lady standing naked in the garden. She looked quite embarrassed and was trying to cover herself up with a flimsy little towel, but to no avail. I apologized profusely for being in her garden and was about to leave when she asked for my name. I told her mine and asked for hers. She said her name was Venus. She was a Roman goddess. Her husband’s name was Mars, the god of war, and they had a little boy named Cupid.
On my way home, I thought Venus was a little cuckoo. A Roman goddess, my foot! Next she would be telling me that her son Cupid can fly and somewhat expert in bow and arrow. Yeah right!
Our Toronto neighborhood turtles were basking in the sun today. These four turtles are brothers and for teenagers, they are rather friendly and chatty. They told me that their names were Leonardo, Michelangelo, Raphael, and Donatello. They were raised by a Japanese rat named Sprinter and, secretly, they were crime fighting ninjas.
What I find odd is that these turtles love pizza. Shouldn’t turtles be eating insects?
Oh yeah, they kept saying “Cowabunga!” Weird, isn’t it?
Wouldn’t you just hate it when you woke up one morning and your brain was missing? Well, it happened to this planter. He kept asking the passersby, including me, what happened to his brain. Nobody knew. I said, “At least, there are pretty blue flowers growing on your head.” He almost had a heart attack. Good thing he didn’t have a heart, so he was all right.
Poor planter. He looked really perplexed. You would be too if that happened to you.
The squirrel prayed, “Dear Lord, I hate to bother you, but this is very important. I know You know who took a bite off my pine cone. This pine cone is very special to me, dear Lord. It was a gift to me from my beloved mama before she passed on to squirrel heaven. So please, dear Lord, let me know who the culprit was. Was it my brother Kyle or my brother John?”
The Lord replied, “I’m sorry but I cannot tell you. You and your brothers are equally precious to Me. But I can assure you, it was not your brother Kyle.”
It happened at dusk. The mysterious light beam appeared. It was like Captain Kirk just said “Beam me up, Scotty” and he went shooting up towards the Starship Enterprise. It was a slow ascent (The Enterprise was an old spacecraft after all) so I was able to take a shot. You don’t believe me, do you?
What if I told you that I just witnessed an alien abduction. Those stories are true, you know.
Ok, it was a jet plane shooting straight up in the sky? Yeah, that was it… I think.