I lost the subject line game again. I lose it alot.
When I lived above the Bristol in Wellington, one of the guys in the rooms above our flat had a ferrit. I thought it was the cutest thing - especially when he was walking it down the mall in it's harness.
I did however make the mistake of telling my Dad I wanted a pet ferrit - which is not a good idea when your Dad works for DoC. I got quite a lecture about why ferrits are bad.
Nevertheless they became illegal as pets soon after and I never really got the chance.
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