Axl the rat.
Another odd pet of mine was a huuuuuuuge, fat BASTARD of a rat I named Axl for some reason. He would sit on my shoulder and coo into my ear and affectionately leave trails of wee all over me and my bed when I let him out of his cage, he got really upset when I left him on my bed alone for 5 minutes to get some cheese and weed even more.

He had ear mites once and for the rest of his life had to be given this foul smelling medicine once a month through a syringe. My mum would hold him and force it down his throat and I'd quickly cram a bit of chocolate in his mouth to get rid of the taste.

I thought of him as harmless but once my cat came in and he bit him on the face when it peered into his cage.

I'm not denying I had a part to play in the size of Axl. His favourite foods included cheese, fishfingers, mini cheddars, chocolate covered dog chews and crunchy nut cornflakes (I found this out when I inadvertantly ran out of rat food on a sunday).

Such was my love for him I was once eating an ice cream cone and out of curiousity put it in his cage when I noticed him staring, he stood on his hind legs and politely licked it. We shared alot of puddings after that.


The poor fat git died of a chest infection when he was really old, but I'll never forget him. I still picture him trying to clean his belly then just rolling forward from the lardiness. Bless him.
(chakaflange, Tue 12 Jun 2007, 0:57, Reply)