Sunday, May 29, 2011
Cookies n' Cream
Valerie has worked hard and saved all of her money and read every book in the library about rats, rats and RATS. Her mantra: "I wanna raaaaat" has been heard ringing at the end of every statement.
Well, after our amazingly unexpected turn of events this weekend, I felt she really deserved to get some rats. Plus, I have no will power. I just can't say no to animals. (Thank goodness for Michael! He keeps us from being overrun and turning into an animal refuge).
Anyhow, we tried very hard to get a rat locally from another source (aside from the pet store) but decided that was our best option if we wanted to get very young rats that would be suitable for training and getting used to people.
Valerie picked out one solid creamy colored rat named Cream and one two toned rat (white with a dark grey hood and grey spot on its back) named cookies. Cream is a total rascal and full of energy. Cookies is a little more aloof and shy. He prefers to run up your sleeve or into your hair or hid in his house.
Here's a picture of Amira with Cookies.
Actually, these lucky rats even have a super-deluxe rat condo. It's about 4 stories high with a wheel for gigantic male rats. Of course we brought home six week old male rats who could squeeze right through the bars. Here is Cookies showing us how he would just squeeze out of the grown up rat condo.
So, back to the pet shop with us. Valerie chose the ultra deluxe mouse house (which will be fine while they are young). There are two little houses, two ladders and two shelves in it plus an exercise wheel. Can you imagine? A duplex with a gym membership??? They are in training for the rat Olympics. Valerie already has them walking a tight rope that she and Rex constructed.
What? My hair is a rats' nest? There's Cookies in my hair?? I guess I shouldn't joke about vermin in hair with the latest turn of events.
In other news, Valerie had her piano recital tonight. She totally rocks! She also brought her rats over to meet the piano teacher. We lost cookies up her teacher's shirt. It wasn't appropriate for any of us to really dive in after him. But her husband came to the rescue.
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