Who am I and who are the rats?

I’m just this guy, you know? On Friday, September 26, for no real reason I walked into a pet store, and walked out with a large cage, a bag of kitty litter, some food a play house, a “Rat Starter Kit” and two small cardboard boxes.

The boxes had holes punched in and every so often a little pink nose would poke out and wiggle.

Thus my two girls left their warm, comfortable pet-shop tank and their sisters. Things went downhill from there…

Oreo

Oreo is a black “Dumbo eared” fancy rat, with a white belly stripe. She doesn’t really like people (Meaning me, actually). She’s skittish and tends to run and hide when she hears strange noises or starts to feel insecure.

Ironically she’s also the first one to come and examine something new or climb out the cage door if it’s open.

I suspect her main interest is food, possibly because Trudy tends to get to the food bowl first… Ah yes;

Vermintrude (“Trudy”)

Trudy is a silver-white rat with a grey stripe along her back. That’s her in the banner. She’s quite relaxed, and I’ve caught her curled up asleep in the open at least once. She was the first to take a treat from my hand and if you sneak up on her, she quite enjoys petting until she remembers she’s supposed to be scared.

She’s generally the most active and the first of the two to get up and start sniffing around. Consequently she gets first dibs on the food…