These are my rats. Well, actually, just Molly is my rat. Maggie is Katy's rat. Shelle has Otis and Newton. We bought Molly last spring. The people at the pet shop told us she was a boy rat. Two weeks later she gifted us with 13 baby rats. I called the pet shop and said, "You know that male rat we bought from you two weeks ago?" He said, "Yes." I said, "He just gave birth to 13 babies." He said, "Oh, my." Yes, 'oh my' indeed. So, we kept two and gave the other 11 back to the pet shop. We have deluded ourselves into believing that they were all given to loving homes. Since Otis was the only male rat we decided he was lonely. So a little over a month ago Michelle got Newton. Otis is a happy rat now that he has a buddy. Molly and Maggie do everything together, Molly is more adventerous and Maggie prefers to watch while Molly learns that gravity makes rats fall down. Pulling things out over your head makes rats flat, and cats don't really like to share their food with rats. Molly doesn't care, she has learned that cats also don't like it if you sneak up on them and dive into their bellies for a bit of a frolic. She waits by their dish until they come up to play whack-a-rat and as soon as they lift a paw she dives into their fluffy, fat bellies, frolics around a bit and they take off looking as if they have been contaminated with hell spawn and give themselves long baths to rid themselves of rat essence. Molly takes exactly two kibble, gives one to Maggie and they are both happy. They are totally not free range rats. When I do let them play on the floor I am right behind them all the way or they are right behind me. They like following me to see what interesting thing I am going to be doing next. Brushing my teeth is about the most fascinating thing they have ever seen in their lives. I think it's the electric toothbrush thing. Maybe they think I am chewing on a monster's head.
Read more...These are my rats. Well, actually, just Molly is my rat. Maggie is Katy's rat. Shelle has Otis and Newton.
We bought Molly last spring. The people at the pet shop told us she was a boy rat. Two weeks later she gifted us with 13 baby rats. I called the pet shop and said, "You know that male rat we bought from you two weeks ago?"
He said, "Yes."
I said, "He just gave birth to 13 babies."
He said, "Oh, my."
Yes, 'oh my' indeed.
So, we kept two and gave the other 11 back to the pet shop. We have deluded ourselves into believing that they were all given to loving homes. Since Otis was the only male rat we decided he was lonely. So a little over a month ago Michelle got Newton. Otis is a happy rat now that he has a buddy.
Molly and Maggie do everything together, Molly is more adventerous and Maggie prefers to watch while Molly learns that gravity makes rats fall down. Pulling things out over your head makes rats flat, and cats don't really like to share their food with rats. Molly doesn't care, she has learned that cats also don't like it if you sneak up on them and dive into their bellies for a bit of a frolic.
She waits by their dish until they come up to play whack-a-rat and as soon as they lift a paw she dives into their fluffy, fat bellies, frolics around a bit and they take off looking as if they have been contaminated with hell spawn and give themselves long baths to rid themselves of rat essence. Molly takes exactly two kibble, gives one to Maggie and they are both happy.
They are totally not free range rats. When I do let them play on the floor I am right behind them all the way or they are right behind me. They like following me to see what interesting thing I am going to be doing next. Brushing my teeth is about the most fascinating thing they have ever seen in their lives. I think it's the electric toothbrush thing. Maybe they think I am chewing on a monster's head.