The Ferret Story

About a year ago or so my husband and I owned a townhouse in South San Jose. It was a decent enough townhouse, but it did have a downside. It was located in a very high crime neighborhood since the lightrail was right there. It seemed as though our neighborhood, or our townhouse in general was targeted. My husband's truck was stolen (we saw the guy drive off with it - that was a traumatic experience - I think I had a little post traumatic stress disorder from that experience), his laptop was stolen out of his car and my identity was stolen from someone stealing our mail. In addition to this we had horrible neighbors for almost the whole time we were there and hated the neighborhood since there was lots of crime and lots of section 8 housing. If it weren't for those things we would have loved our first house together.

We did have something interesting happen to us while we were there. We installed a dog door because we have a doggy named Tess who loved sitting on the patio in the morning and soaking up the sun. One night we hear Vanessa scream for us to come into her room. She saw a ferret running around her room. We assume the ferret came in through the dog door and got curious. Either that or the cute little thing decided it was going to cruise the town looking for some fun. Either way, it ended up in our back bedroom (Vanessa's bedroom otherwise known as our renter at the time). We caught the ferret and called animal services after looking around the neighborhood for the owner. These cute little creatures are outlawed in California, so we had no idea how to care for it or what it ate - otherwise we may have kept it while we were looking for the owner. Plus, our dog could smell that there was another living creature in the house and was trying everything possible to get at it. So, late into the night animal control came by and picked it up from our house. I feel bad for the little guy (or girl) because it was so incredibly friendly and so cute. I said a little prayer for it, shed a tear when animal control left and hoped that it would be given to a ferret rescue. In my world I see the ferret running around someone's house being loved - although I know it's fate must have been different, in my world it is frolicking around with it's new owners.

Ohhhh the memories we have of that townhouse.....fun times!!!