Needing a place to write, not the bedroom, not the library, my eye fell on the ferrets house. My daughter Kate, has owned several but we were down to two.
They dwelt in a palatial mansion. It is the way of ferrets. Among other things they like a stable temperature. As do writers. A psychiatric nurse bought the creatures, letting them run up and down inside her clothes. Rather her than me.
Any way it left a palatial mansion vacant. and after a great deal of desmelling and the installation of a word processor ( all right - and lights, fan and heater) I had my den.
It has a sign "ferrit house" (cute) on the front, plus a sign that says "KEEP OUT".