"Tom, why are we hanging around Pet-o-rama when we could be sleeping? Warm and comfy, like them."
Something knocked against their cage.
"You wish you were that flexible, Doug."
The chocolate ferret with the white blaze shifted and opened his eyes, curious about who was disturbing his nap. His slightly chunkier sable brother hissed, snuggling closer.
"No, I wish you were that flexible."
Tom stopped adjusting the cloth covering his head and there was a flurry of motion.
"Ow." Doug rubbed his arm. The ferret yawned, showing his teeth. "Aw, his tongue's as pink as your—"
"I am that flexible."