Today’s excerpt comes from Witching Hour.
I had turned the smallest bedroom into a ferret sanctuary. While they coexisted with Raj fine, usually, at times he annoyed the fuck out of them and it was just easier to keep them in their room most of the time.
As I opened the door, they immediately crowded around the cage door. I had converted half the room into a giant cage, with three separate hutches where I could separate them if need be. The cage ran floor to ceiling and was big enough for me to stand in.
They had a playground of toys—slides and swings, tunnels to navigate through. I had sectioned off another part of the cage for their litter uses, and used a combination of shredded newspaper and hay, which I cleaned out once a day. Water bottles hung from several areas in the cage, and I kept them clean and full. Other than the ferret cage, the bedroom contained a table and chairs, as well as a sofa. A door to the side led to a bath with a shower, and there was a closet where I kept their clean litter and carriers.
I glanced at the clock. Time to let them out. I kept up a routine with the ferrets. It helped them, and it was good for me.
Shutting the door behind me, I unlocked the cage door. The three of them dashed out, darting around the room, dooking a mile a minute. The chittering sound was cute, almost like a chuff, and they tumbled over one another in their excitement to see me. I spread out their plates on the table, emptying the cans of fancy cat food onto them. It was high protein and, from what the ferrets said, was tasty.