I ent on holiday. It was five weeks. I thought about putting a cola bottle of water and a bucket of food in the cage - a whole five weeks worth, but then I thought it’d probably all go wrong by the third week, so I found a rat sitter.
Oreo and Trudy charmed her pants off. They were on top form, blinking cutely and wiggling their noses and shoulder snuggling.
I didn’t get any e-mails on how they were doing, despite promises. Tch.
Upon returning, I was assured they’d been little darlings and they’d bee the star attraction of the household for the entire time, and done astoundingly winsome and cute things the whole time, as well as failing to savage anyone or perform any feats of egregious bad behaviour, and had even learned to snuggle up in the hammock.
Which astounded me because I couldn’t get them to use it, but apparently the big draw if the hammock is being able to lie in it and drape one’s pointy little nose out and stare fixedly at people.
After I got the vermin back, I moved them down tot he same room as the computer, partly for warmth, partly because it seems cruel to move them from an active environment to a comparatively quieter one… so they can now listen to the same music as me and watch the same videos. They like CSI, it turns out.
The only downside is listening to them pounce on each other and powergroom each other’s heads until protest squeaks occur, and the creepy feeling one gets upon turning around and finding a rat is perched on the edge of the platform in the cage, and is watching me in the manner of a vulture…
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