Usually when I hear anxious dooking there’s an asymmetrical play fight between a ferret and a cat. But this time both cats were lying down near me. Then Apollo came running out of the laundry room with his tail up and bristling. I hadn’t realized that ferrets could poof their tails out like scared cats do. I assumed the two ferrets had been fighting and Apollo lost, but then I saw Artemis walk in from the other direction.   So I put down my coffee and walked into the laundry room half-expecting to see a raccoon or something. A bucket was knocked over. Apollo lost a fight to a bucket.