Whats there to say? I was born to a mother with four other ferrets. She had little time for me it seemed. So much neglect. I wound up in the pen. Then I got parolled to the custody of a nice couple last winter. They call me Coconut. You believe that? A badass like me named Coconut. Well, better than living in the pen. They feed me and let me run amuck every day. I like to make messes that they have to clean up. Ticks them off real bad and thats how I get my kicks. Also like to bite their toes. Watch them schmucks squirm.
