Yes, I blither on and on, and a lot of it utterly unworthy of comment.  Still, one tends to occasionally judge oneself by the comments one gets, right?  So, judging myself by one I deleted from some yahoo calling himself “Captain 911″ I must be doing something right.   He called me a “communist motherfucker” and then launched into the longest comment I have ever seen,  bitching about virtually everything positive ever said about Barrack Obama.  Since it was attached to a very old post, and one largely posted in humor, I suspect the “captain” is surfing the web and spam-a-lotting anyone who mentions Obama in a post.  Borrrrrrrring.

And now, without further ado, since I’d PREFER to judge myself by the many wonderful bloggers on my blogroll at right instead of by insulting gestulators, I pledge to initiate my own version of Caturday posts.  The difficulty here is, I have no cats of my own—my son has three, so you might actually get a Caturday! But, what I have are woozles (ferrets for the rest of you!)  But I must learn to use my digital camera and laptop in concert and being a medieval minded old bat, this will take time.

So my first Woozly Weekend will not be entirely my own ferrets, but a link to the breeding facility attempting to re-introduce the adorable mini-predator deluxe, the Black footed ferret, to the wild.  At the link, scroll down for the video of Mama BF Ferret “Georgia” and her wee baby boy ferret.  I don’t know what they call him, but I call him “Peach” because he is just as luscious and fuzzy!

http://nationalzoo.si.edu/Animals/NorthAmerica/default.cfm

I can and do keep this live feed video on my computer all day for frequent ferret-fix glances as I go through my day.  The wonderful wild woozles act astonishingly like my own domestic versions, with so many of the same endearing habits and behaviors that I am reduced to a semi-melted axe at least once every couple hours.  How poor the natural world will be if they cannot find a way to buck up the genetic diversity of the American wilds with a survivable number of these creatures!

Below is an older photo of our one-time kitty “Sugar” and my first heartbreaking rescued ferret “Tink”.  Tink (not big enough to be an entire Tinkerbell) was already in deep trouble with adrenal cancer when she was given to us,  our efforts to save her failed.  But we learned a lot, and had better luck with other adrenal ferrets.