Post by Quinn Wiley on Aug 3, 2014 14:12:04 GMT -6
A ferret didn’t have to stink. If you washed its cage regularly and didn’t forget to give the animal a bath now and then, you should have no problem. When you tended to slack, to decide it could wait one more day, then of course, you had to deal with the smell. Quinn finally took care of the cage before his roommates started to complain about the smell. Now, it was time to take care of Pips. The little wiggling thing knew what was coming. If Pips was normally the sweetest of creatures, he turned into a real monster the second he heard water. Like Gizmo turning into a gremlin. He would scratch and bite, anything in order not to get wet. And then he will try to hide, often finding the dustiest spot in the room thus forcing Quinn to give Pips yet another bath.
There was enough water in the bath now. He knew it was wiser to pour it before actually locking himself in the bathroom with Pips. Otherwise, the ferret might try to hide somewhere and those blasted creatures knew how to fit in very tiny cracks. It didn’t go so badly. He was getting used by now and knew how to calm the pet. The problem now was no longer the bath itself. It was after.
Quinn had just started to sponge the fur that Pips wiggled its way out of the towel. He just got out of the bathroom and for some obscure reason his door was not entirely closed. He said obscure for he knew he generally closed it, when he was not even locking it. As if closing the door was not enough for his roommates to understand he didn’t want to meddle with them. He must have forgotten to close it entirely after he took care of the cage, it was the only explanation. The problem was that Pips saw it too. The perfect escape.
“Come back here you devil,” he said, running after the furry creature as it ran out to look at this whole new space he only explored when Quinn decided to watch something, alone in the living area.