There was a bag of Sour Patch Watermelons on the coffee table. Sir went to all the effort of scaling the couch and flinging himself over to get them, just to have me snatch the bag away at the last minute. He then stood there, glaring at me. I'm lucky he didn't pee on my knitting.
One time, he attempted to get onto the coffee table via couch-flinging, but didn't make it... and instead slid to the floor. My husband laughed at him. Sir saw him - he's deaf, so he can't hear - and scurried over to the fireplace, looked my husband straight in the eye, backed up and shat. It couldn't have been any better unless he'd raised up a little paw and gave him the finger.
Sir has spunk.
You're pictures are really nice.
And your ferret (it's a ferret, right?) is adorable. I used to go to a day-care that had one, and he would hide in people's shoes. His name was Willy, and I loved him.
p.s. I didn't mean to come off as bitchy in the SGSJ group. I just wanted to make sure there wasn't a misunderstanding.