Here was Sandy, one of the most active ferrets ever.
 When Frank died, I asked Fred if he had any ferrets that required a home, the only one was a Sandy  hob, but he was reluctant to part with him, as he was a bit nippy, preferring that I wait until the next seasons kits were born.
 I said I would take him, even though he was prone to bite.
 On the day I collected him, he was pointed out in the cage, gazing down at me. Fred used a kitchen glove to distract him while he picked him up. I realized that I had a handful.
 Many wounds later I had a very tame and placid ferret, by sheer perseverance.  
  Sandy was a very lithe and active ferret. He had remarkable climbing prowess, he would climb on to the kitchen table given half a chance and scale up brick walls.     
  Later in his life a large lump appeared on his neck, and was diagnosed as granulated scar tissue, caused by an injury. He underwent various treatments. Surgery was unable to remove the entire lump due to the proximity of major blood vessels, and  anti biotic's failed to fully reduce the swelling.  
 Sadly, he died after more surgery to remove the lump.