I thought Lucy might be bored and lonely, and I'd moved into a bigger apartment, so in November of the same year I got her a playmate. Otto was almost two years old, laidback, relaxed, and easygoing. He liked exploring, but only when wasn't a whole lot of trouble. He was a successful philosoferret, and he knew the meaning of life has something to do with grapes. He'd do anything for a raisin. He had a wide-eyed innocent baby ferret expression that he used to try to get them. He had lots of other expressions, too, and could usually make his feelings clear.

Otto died April 17, 2002. I miss him terribly and still can't believe that he's not just hiding asleep in the towels.

1996(?) - April 17, 2002