There was an incident last night that almost turned tragic. Our beloved fur son, Gumby (or "The Gum" as we refer to him), is apparently training to become a stunt man.
While watching some online videos, (probably about ferrets) I heard a faint squeaking coming from the next room, but ignored it at first. The second time I heard it I turned to my husband and asked him if he thought it was our ferret? Mike lept up and ran towards the window.
Now please picture this sight... Gumby was dangling OUT of the window of our 3rd FLOOR apartment, hanging onto dear life with just 1 little paw!
husband hero punched through the screen and grabbed the traumatized ferret.
We clutched onto him and had a long family hug while everybody's heart beats came back down to normal.
I could not believe what had just happened.
"The Gum" had scaled a laundry bag that was next to the window and, while examining the view, he apparently found a tiny tear in the screen and thought he would get some fresh air or act like spiderman (who knows what was going on in his little ferret brain). GOSH!
What an event for a tuesday night. It is truly a miracle that Gum is still around to cause more chaos in the future.