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There is a part of me that just wants to leave it at the picture, that Skatia's appearance accurately depicts the amount of frustration I'm currently having due to his antics. But that's teasing.

So, Skatia got out. Gods know how, but he did. There's only one way out of my house, and that's a big door that humans have trouble opening and closing, let alone ferrets. He was safely in the confines of the house as me and Dominique left. Upon my return, he was no where to be found. I didn't worry so much, Jhayne says that occasionally he can disappear without a trace. However, even at this point I had my doubts, I know my house really well and if there's a hiding spot I don't know about it's news to me. But, I figured I'd just trust in the idea that I might not know all the nooks and crannies of my house and went to sleep.

I woke up the next day, still no ferret. Eventually, my good neighbour Jim knocks on my door and asks if I lost a little fellar. I admit that I have and he mentions that Skatia broke into his apartment. The madness of this is almost too much, but I accept this. Jim, not knowing what to do with the little dude, put him in the boiler room for safe keeping. It was warm, he figured, and not particularly dangerous. Well, good ol' Jim was right, but he didn't think of the filth that this plan would involve. Skatia was black (see above) by the morning.

I've bathed him, and made some attempts to further ferret proof the house. I've gone a bit overboard, dealing with things I know he can't get into, but... just in case...

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