My association with ferrets began involuntarily when one morning on my way to work, I saw a cat hissing at a creature beneath a parked car, then saw a ferret. He wandered over to me; I picked him up and took him home. Mum was alarmed at his arrival, but Dad was very interested in my find. Mum told me to get rid of it, although later she gave him an old jumper to sleep on in case he got cold. No one claimed him, so he was here to stay.
That ferret was Bomber, an ancient polecat hob.
Sandy and Skippy wrestle for control of the washing machine.