Nov 10, 2005 21:28
Well, my rats are FREAKED OUT. Figaro is *thrilled* to have them here. I think he thinks Chloe has been reincarnated and cloned. Phoebe and Ursula are less than thrilled. I got them from a breeder, so they're already tame, but Figaro scares the shit out of them, quite literally I might add. I tried to get them to come out and play, and Phoebe jumped off the bookcase, ran behind it, then UNDER it, and I finally had to take all the books out, tilt it, and snatch her out from under it. It's been quite an ordeal.
I'm sure they'll be fine in a couple of days when they get used to their new digs and realize that Figaro is not a threat. Right now, Phoebe (the friendlier one) is perched at one end of the corner, sniffing the air, and Ursula is frozen. They're not afraid of me, fortunately, but they seem to still be kind of in a state of shock. I always feel a little guilty when I get baby animals and I have to take them away from their mommies and their familiar surroundings. But there are very few people on the planet who love animals more than I do, and I know I'll give them a good home.