Gratuitous rat post
I buy my rats all these fancy rat toys (ok, usually ferret or parrot toys), and what do they like the best?
Paper bags and orange peels.
Go figure.
I don't know what it is, but something about paper bags makes Fool-rat go nuts. "Paper bag! Must kill! Must tear into as many little pieces as soon as possible! Yay! Shredding!" Rat subsequently bounces around the cage and mangles the dreaded paper bag.
I take them out to play on the couch every day, after spreading a big blanket over the couch to prevent them from chewing on it, or getting it dirty, etc. Fitz-rat's favorite game ever is "let's crawl under the blanket and drive people crazy!" I think he really does think it's a game... he waits until I'm not looking, then pulls the covers up. If I catch him and yell "Bad rat!" he gives me this sort of innocent look. Truly it does not deceive me. Then he lies low and waits until I'm distracted by the TV or something again.
Someday I will get it through his thick head that "bad rat" does not, in fact, mean "Awww, such a clever little rattie, let's see you try that again."
I've eaten five oranges today. Someone brought a whole box of satsumas to work, and I gorged. They're so small, though -- I'm never satisfied with just one. They weren't as cold as I usually like them, but oh, so good. I never quite realize how much I miss the smell of them or the bite of them during the summer. I can't quite get over the fact that they're very much winter fruit, even though they're associated with summer and beaches in commercials. In my head, they're associated with Chinese New Year.
Paper bags and orange peels.
Go figure.
I don't know what it is, but something about paper bags makes Fool-rat go nuts. "Paper bag! Must kill! Must tear into as many little pieces as soon as possible! Yay! Shredding!" Rat subsequently bounces around the cage and mangles the dreaded paper bag.
I take them out to play on the couch every day, after spreading a big blanket over the couch to prevent them from chewing on it, or getting it dirty, etc. Fitz-rat's favorite game ever is "let's crawl under the blanket and drive people crazy!" I think he really does think it's a game... he waits until I'm not looking, then pulls the covers up. If I catch him and yell "Bad rat!" he gives me this sort of innocent look. Truly it does not deceive me. Then he lies low and waits until I'm distracted by the TV or something again.
Someday I will get it through his thick head that "bad rat" does not, in fact, mean "Awww, such a clever little rattie, let's see you try that again."
I've eaten five oranges today. Someone brought a whole box of satsumas to work, and I gorged. They're so small, though -- I'm never satisfied with just one. They weren't as cold as I usually like them, but oh, so good. I never quite realize how much I miss the smell of them or the bite of them during the summer. I can't quite get over the fact that they're very much winter fruit, even though they're associated with summer and beaches in commercials. In my head, they're associated with Chinese New Year.