You know how after Daisy died I said 'NO MORE RATS!'?
Well, um... you see, it was like this...
There was this massive rat-shaped hole in my life, and I found out about these abused rats who needed a home...
My rat rescue centre had just taken in 39 rats that had been kept in appalling conditions... kept on woodchip that was so old and soaked in urine that it was turning black... overcrowded... and never fed so the poor ratties were eating the woodchip and taking chunks out of each other. They all have mites, some have eye infections, intestinal parasites... in other words they're completely moth-eaten and in a very poor state.
Not only are these ratties not very pretty (given lumps of skin and fur missing) but they are also all on medication of course, so can only go to experienced owners.
Well really, how could I not help out?
So meet Fred and Barney!
First of all Fred:
'Good afternoon! May I help you?'
Look at the state of him, poor thing:
Feeding him up:
And meet Barney:
'Ello Dad!'
See the injuries to his eyes and back...
Poor scrawny little thing:
So yes, I've been very stupid. But I'm also feeling very happy about it!