Ferret BedFerrets can’t wait to get up in the morning and see what’s new.  It’s so adorable, all that optimism right away.  You can see it in the way they scamper out of bed, hit the litter box, and run out of the bedroom all perky and excited.  Pig does her daily perimeter run, sniffing all around the edges of the apartment, even before she hits the litter box.  That’s how excited she is to see what’s new.  Hippie rushes for the “magic spot”, which is a spot on the kitchen floor where I put treats for ferrets.  Bun runs right up to me for some love and perhaps a treat why yes I’ll take one.

The real joy is when there’s a new box on the floor near the door, waiting to go out to the recycling bin.  If a ferret can get himself inside a new box, then it’s going to be a great day, in his mind.  All the better if the other two wake up at the same time and discover the box but he’s already claimed it!  Pure ecstasy!

Well maybe that explains why Hippie’s new favorite bedding is a Cheerios box.  He fought hard, defended it and won.  And let me tell you, Bun really wants those boxes too so it’s a pretty vicious scene when it comes to certain boxes.   The Cheerio box  also the perfect size for sleeping.  We cut little doors in two sides just large enough for Hippie to slip through and get inside for some serious napping.  We put an old T-shirt inside and now have the perfect ferret bed, at no cost whatsoever.  Hippie loves to sleep with his head sticking out the front door.  He also does this when sleeping under the couch.  His head pokes out in front.

Readers may or may not know that Hippie is extremely fat.  He doesn’t even have a ferret shape, really.  His lower abdomen juts out on both sides evenly, like he’s got a huge apple in there.  And it’s not for lack of exercise. He, Bun and Pig are cageless ferrets, which means they run around free in our home.  He has to cross large areas of the apartment to get to the important parts like his Cheerios box ferret bed, his water bowl, his magic spot in the kitchen, etc.  He’s just a large ferret, in spite of all the running around he does.

The funny thing is that because Hippie lacks a slim, ferret shape, he gets stuck in the Cheerios box door we cut for him.  He gets in as far as the abdomen and then has to push and push and push to get beyond that.  But he eventually makes it and then he’s inside his own personal Cheerios heaven.

Bun in the dirt

What Not to Do- Bun is burying his face in clean dirt. You don't want this for a litter box.

So, last post was about how ferrets are better than dogs when it comes to ease of care.   Ferrets come with instincts that make them want to use a litter box, and how wonderful that is for ferret owners.  Their ancestors used tunnels in the wild and we can substitute litter boxes for tunnels and trick them into being house trained.

Now, fast forward to the present, when most US ferrets are domesticated and we have ferrets that back up into a litter box, just as if it were a tunnel.  Each little pile is placed slightly forward of the last one, until the box seems dirty and they stop using it.  That’s when they start going in wrong places or simply ignore the boundaries of the box, keep moving forward and go in front of the box.

And how do ferrets tell the box is full?  Well in the case of my ferrets we have Bun, who actually takes a little survey of the box before he backs in.   He sniffs all around, planning where he’s going to place his feet.  He then gingerly tip-toes in and sometimes even backsteps over previous piles to find a clean spot.   I know…he’s very special because he’s got advanced litter box skills.  Macchi had them too, but that’s another ferret and another time.

The first thing you do when you get a clean new litter box is to put a little ferret poop in the back corner.  That tells the ferret it’s already been decided before he got there:  this will be the “bathroom tunnel”.  He will think he just missed the New Tunnel Designation meeting, and go with it.   He’ll key into his pre-determined parameters and back into the corner as far as he feels it’s safely clean, and do his business.  That’s all it takes to litter train your ferret because he comes with that instinct.  Unless you’re very unlucky and you get get a real a&%hole ferret who just won’t cooperate.

If you don’t put the initial poop in the new litter box, your ferret will think it’s a box of play dirt, like the one in the picture.  That’s Bun in an actual box of play dirt.  See the video here.

What happens when your ferret thinks the tunnel is full?  He’ll appoint himself New Tunnel Finder and designate a new bathroom “tunnel” quickly.  Sometimes there is no time for a meeting with the other ferrets…he’s got urgent business.

And that’s where your miseries begin.  The new bathroom spot might simply be a continuation of the old…he’ll go right in front of the litter box.  That’s not good but it’s better than a hidden new spot you don’t discover for days.  Chances are, it’ll be in a corner somewhere… by the time you discover the new spot it might just be a field of dried up little pellets and you’ll have to scrape them off the floor with a putty knife.  Nice.  Landlords especially love this.

So now you know how to set up a ferret litter box.  You also know why perhaps is the ferret suddenly not using the litter box (it smells bad) and how he’ll try and solve the problem himself (designate a new spot and use that until it too smells bad).  Next up, how to win this game of poop tricks.

Forget It

Remember the Seinfeld bit about Aliens observing Earth through a telescope and trying to figure out which species is dominant?  Well they conclude that dogs rule the world. Why?  Because when the dogs take walks they have human slaves following them, and apparently the humans’ job is to  stoop over, bag up the dog waste and carry it around in little plastic bags.  Meanwhile,  the dogs merrily go on their way, trotting along and not worrying about such mundane things.  Just Google “Seinfeld dog poop” if you don’t know that episode.

I love dogs, but this scenario is what keeps me from owning one.  I took care of my boss’s dog once and the experience was humiliating and disgusting.  I will never do that again.  If I ever own a dog, I will live in the country and I will not touch a hot steaming bag of poop, not once, not ever.

On the flip side, we have marvelous ferrets, which require none of this. They are low-maintenance and pretty much take care of themselves.  They are clean, and have ingrained ideas about what to do with their waste, which you can manipulate so that they use a litter box.

Ingrained ideas about litter boxes?  Well not quite.  You see, in the wild, ferret life is based on tunnels.  They steal tunnels from other animals and set up shop in them, assigning each tunnel a function, like so many rooms in a house.  After taking over a prairie dog village of tunnels, the first thing they do is plan out how they’ll use those tunnels.  

Here’s the tunnel for sleeping…here’s tunnel number two for sleeping, here’s the tunnel for our waste, etc.  Priority is to all agree on a tunnel which will become their bathroom. This takes precedence in case someone has to go right away after fighting the prairie dogs.

To use a “bathroom” tunnel, a ferret backs into it, leaves a deposit, then simply skitters forward and out of the dirty tunnel, all clean and ready to steal things or plan the next prairie dog raid or whatever it is he is up to next.

The next ferret who feels the call of nature backs into the tunnel but only as far as the front edge of the previous ferret’s you know what.  He lays it down, then exits the tunnel.  Again, very clean and efficient.

Eventually the tunnel fills up and what do they do then?  Find another tunnel of course!  Move on and leave that s@*t tunnel, never looking back.  Other than suburban dog owners, who would want to mess with poop?

We as humans have learned to manipulate this ingrained behavior in order to have clean house pets that use the litter box.  You see, ferrets don’t use the litter box because they evolved with humans and were taught how to be good pets.  They use litter boxes because it just happens to kind of match what they do in the wild.  We know what they do…back up into a tunnel.  We use our superior intelligence to trick our ferrets by making sure a litter box is always magically in place when and where a ferret decides to go.

So in reality, the ferret isn’t trained…we are.  It’s kind of like the dog situation in that the animal just goes when he feels like it and we’re there to catch the mess.  The main difference is ferret owners  don’t have to publicly handle steaming bags of smelly dog s@*t.

All we have to do is plan and scoop.  Plan and scoop.  All in all, I’d say that’s much better than follow, stoop, grab and carry.

Bun

Bun

Bun is the youngest ferret we have, born sometime in 2008.  Macchi was about to “leave us” and my neighbor called saying there was a ferret at the local pet store.  I ran over and bought him even though Macchi was hanging in there.

Bun is soft, relaxed, very chill.  He more affectionate than the other ferrets and extremely cuddly.  However, he has side to him that’s aggressive and unrelentless.

Just a few days after he arrived, he started dragging poor sick Macchi all over the apartment by the scruff of her neck.  What a horrible thing to see.  We dubbed him the old lady killer.  He is also a fierce fighter, biting hard and always somehow able to get an angle so his jaws can reach a tender spot on your body.

Bun is scary to play fight with.  He is the only ferret who will just lunge in and bite, for example, your sides.  Or your thigh.  Bun is definitely chock full of hate.  In fact, one of our favorite things to say is Bun is full of hate.  It’s just so ridiculous because at the same time he’s such a cuddly little mama’s boy.

Looking Out or Rubbing Neck?

One nice thing you can do for your ferret is to scratch the back of his or her neck.  You can tell they like it because they’ll push against your fingers, leaning into the rub.  But when you’re not around, they’re on their own.  It’s a good moment for a ferret when he finds something against which he can scratch his own neck.

For example, an empty cereal box thrown on the floor of the kitchen is a nice gesture for your pet ferret.  Not only is it a new cave to explore, possibly containing delicious bits of leftover cereal, but it’s also a neck rubbing station as well.  While inside the box, ferret will poke head out and then pull it back in, scraping his neck on the box top flap.  If this works, he’ll do it for several moments.  Our ferrets do this, and I know they love it because they close their eyes while moving head in and out against the box flap.

I took this picture of Bun poking his head through the slats of the venetian blinds on a rainy day.  I think the sound of the raindrops on the pavement drew him to the door, and he followed the sound through the slats.  But then he discovered that the slat made a good neck rubber, so he remained standing and moved his head in and out.  As you would imagine, this was incredibly silly looking, and just one more reason I love owning ferrets.

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