This week has been a fun one in many ways, but the best part of it, and the saddest was to find a stray polecat. Yep, live and kicking polecat. He was so friendly and was wandering about looking a little lost, and hiding under things looking out, presumably for a friendly face. That friendly face became mine. At first, I was not sure if he was totally friendly or if he would be a little bit bitey, as they are known for that.
I grabbed a box and lured him in with a small piece of banana, and before anyone says that the only eat meat, I know, but, this little morsel had him in the box in no time and munching away on it. Next, I got him inside, put a tee shirt in the box and some water. Quickly looking at the web to confirm he was a polecat and not a ferret and to see exactly what he would eat, I presented him with some minced beef, however, he really was not interested in it and only of the banana. Quickly thinking I checked the ingredients of the dog biscuits I have, and they matched almost exactly that of the ingredients of dried ferret food. He loved them.
As the animal sanctuary was not open I had to keep him overnight, so we got the old dog cage/crate and adapted it for him. M added a Russian hat hanging from the top and some ropes if he fancied climbing, and of course a small box for a sleep station. Filled with food, water and shreddings he settled down after eating and drinking and made himself comfortable and had a sleep. We have two spare bedrooms, so the smaller of the two became his room.
He slept so much, and it turns out they sleep about 20 hours a day, so we left him to it. The dogs were very suspicious of what was going on as they could smell him in the house and also on me. He was a little bit smelly, but nothing too bad, slight urine and a musky odour that was a little woody.
The next day I took him to the RSPCA rescue centre where he was greeted by Mark, a worker there, who played with him and made a fuss, something he seemed to thrive on. I had called him Toby for the time as he just seemed like a Toby. I was a little sad at handing him over but crossed my fingers that he would be reunited with his owners. Mark said that if no one comes forward he would adopt him and take him home. So, all in all, he will be fine. I was tempted to say I would keep him, but with the dogs about I would not want them to get frustrated with another being in the house that they could smell, but not see. I played quite a lot with him and he was a bugger for crawling all over my shoulders and head.