Well, folks.
The other day we learned of some very devastating news.
It was so devastating that I refuse….absolutely refuse…to believe it. It was so devastating that it shocked the pants completely off of me and Kevin.Â
Not to mention it made me very sad (and quite stupidish-feeling)!
 …our dear, sweet, loveable funny little boy ferret Napoleon…
…aka “Poley” and “Snicky Nicky”…
…the ferret I’ve had longer than I’ve “had” my husband…
…the boy ferret that has lived under my roof for close to 3 years now…
Well…Â
He’s a girl. 
That’s right.
A girl, I say.
Our neighbor’s daughter, who is my age, shared the terrible news with us the other day when she was playing with him. She has an authentic boy ferret. And as it seems, authentic boy ferrets have anatomy parts in a very different place than our Napoleon Napoleana does.
Who knew?
(Don’t laugh….my expertise in animal sexing belongs in the dog realm. To this day I still can’t tell a boy cat from a girl cat. And now I learn I can’t tell a boy ferret from a girl either).
When I bought him her we were told that he was a boy.
But…BOY…were they wrong.
I’m heartbroken. I wonder if Napoleon Napoleana knew all along? I hope there will be no lingering scars. Bless his her confused little heart.
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That is too funny! Are you going to rename her?