Titch was obtained by Dad to replace Bomber, when he died while I was on holiday that year. I knew the old fellow was ill.
 I came home, and looking in the cage saw a new face pop out. He proved to be bit of a handful initially and I did wonder if I would ever hold him with out injury; Dad reckoned he was a vampire ferret. He suddenly became very tame, almost over night.
He blotted his copy book one day though; I arrived home to see Mum bathing Dad’s ear and Dad promising all manner of retribution on the ferret. Vampire ferret had struck.
 The ferret cages had been placed in the greenhouse for the winter, Dad went to clean them out, and put Titch  on top of the cage for the duration. The ear may have been mistaken for a rabbit, but more likely he was startled.
  Later, when Tich had an eye infection, drops had to be administered; Mum and Dad had no qualms about doing that  whilst I was away.
Dad grew  very fond of the little chap.