Llyr was named Baby before I got him and Baby really was a pretty fitting name; he loved flirting! He was always trying to get attention from the ladies. Or Jake. (But everyone loved Jake.) He also was totally into himself, he knew he was a sexy ferret. When I would go out of town I would take my ferrets to the ferret shelter in Nokomis. I did this because the wonderful people who ran it would find a clique that my guys fit into and so they'd get to hang out and play the whole time. It was wonderful. When my 2nd ferret, Luna, started to seem like she was getting ill, I decided that I should get another. Not to replace her, but if one died, I didn't want the other to be alone. They suggested Llyr to me. He was so adorable. When I first saw him he looked almost exactly like Emma- as he aged he turned yellow/silver- but he really used to look just like a boy version of her (boys are often bigger and thicker looking.) They placed Llyr with Emma and Luna and the first thing he did was grab shy little Luna by the scruff and dragged her under the bed. Chuckling noises were heard. TOTAL flirt. He and Emma loved playing. She really got to rough house with him. He would get her really riled up and then deflect her attacks with his ass. It was awesomely silly. He loved giving kisses- mostly on the nose. He loved rolling around on Charlotte and kissing her ears. He loved getting his neck rubbed. He loved sweets and would try almost any new food- which wasn't something the girls would do. He got his new name from a book series, the Prydain Chronicles, by Lloyd Alexander. There was a bumbling, but well meaning, prince that reminded me exactly of him. Llyr liked all my other ferrets but he ended up liking Emma the most I think. He would sleep with his arms around her.

Llyr's back story was that he kept escaping from his home and would show up at another house, the same one each time, over and over again. Every time he showed up he looked a little worse. Skinnier, more fleas, etc.. plus, that's kinda a long way for one of these guys. Finally the people decided that he probably wouldn't be alive much longer if they returned him so they nursed him back to a better state and then turned him over to the shelter. Well, that's how I remember it at least. I also think he was about 3 when I got him and he was the last one to die. He had cancer and picked up an internal infection that was weakening him. The infection was actually discovered first, it was a very tough kind, as was the cancer that didn't show up in the lymph node first biopsy that was done. When the vet was removing the infected lymph node in his neck he passed away. She called me and while on the phone he came back to life... He lived a few more hours but that was all. I really miss him. It was tough to loose him that way, I was really expecting it to go pretty well. His body must have been weaker than I thought. He was playful, even though obviously more frail, up until that day. I think he missed his girls anyway. He was never quite the same after Emma died.

A little note I've found cute: Male ferrets are called hobs; female ferrets are jills. A spayed female is a sprite, and a neutered male is a gib. -If you are familiar with fantasy and legend I'd hope you'd realize how cute and accurate it is for ferrets to be called after such mischievous "creatures." Ferrets under one year old are known as kits. A group of ferrets is known as a business.