Feeling Fez-tive

As promised, here’s the second part of the story about Fez the Ferret.

Grab a mulled wine, mince pie, whatever you fancy, and if you’re sitting comfortably, I shall begin.

So after rescuing Fez from the nightmare neighbour (and bagging himself a future wife in the process) Mr A had a decision to make regarding Fez’s fate.

I was introduced to Fez; he was super cute and such a friendly little thing, so we debated whether we should keep him.
Mr A and I had only been together days, so I was a bit reluctant to take him to my house but we couldn’t keep him long term at Mr A’s house as he was working for MUTV at that point so worked away a lot .

For all his endearing qualities, the biggest flaw with Fez was his stink. As soon as we opened the door into Mr A’s house, the stench was incredible.
It was awful and proved to be one of the deciding factors for us to find him a new home.

We spent the next week trying to find somewhere for Fez; the RSPCA didn’t want to know. Luckily, Mr A found a ferret rescue centre who were happy to take Fez, the only downside being they were in Carlisle.
So 2 days before Christmas, we drove the 2 hours up to Carlisle and were really pleased to see the purpose built sanctuary and hear how they had planned to find him a forever home.

Todays photo is from my original blip from 12-1-13, sent from the sanctuary to tell us that Fez was doing well and was going to a new home. Happy days.

But Dear Reader, the story doesn’t end there.

Fast forward a few months and Mr A and I were inseparable, so I offered to rehome him!

Moving in day arrived. Mr A had a key so I left him to it while I was at work.
Arriving home, I thought he was acting a bit weird more than usual anyway and that’s when it hit me. The smell of Fez.
My house reeked.

Poor Mr A had smelled it too; thinking it was maybe on his clothes that he’d moved in. He’d spent the whole day sniffing things before putting them away before he found the source.
He purposely didn’t say anything to me, to see if I could smell the smell, but there was no mistaking the smell of Fez.

Except, it wasn’t the smell of Fez. That poor little bundle of fluff had been shipped off to pastures new through absolutely no fault of his own.
Turns out, Mr A had bought a ‘Christmas scent’ plug in air freshener, just as Fez arrived on the scene. He’d unplugged it shortly after Fez left as he was spending most of his time at my house.

On moving in day, he found and plugged in the air freshener and the penny eventually dropped.

We had a laugh about it, but also felt really bad that we’d blamed Fez for the smell. That said, our work schedules and inexperience wouldn’t have allowed for us to take care of him as well as his new family (who already had ferrets) would, so it did actually work out in The End ;-)

Wishing you all a very Merry Christmas!

DQ x