Ratties
When I was 18 or so and living in Auckland me and my Bf had two little females rats we had adopted. They were called fatty and bean, my one was called bean cos she had a little spot on her back, and Fatty, well pretty self explanatory I guess. They used to tear around like they were on fastforward making nests out of shredded paper and fatty would steal bean's food and run off with it and scarf it down like she was starving. We kept them on a table about 4 foot high and with a guard around the edge. It was a real cool set up with heaps of tunnels and cages on top of each other and paper and stuff everywhere. They would sometimes stand on the guard but they knew where the edge was and wouldn't jump off it (it was far away from anything else - we had a huge bedroom).

One night I woke up to feel this small cold thing wriggling up through my jammies I freaked out and screamed really loudly, it felt like the hand of death. but it turned out fatty must have dived off the edge of the table onto the floor (maybe was aiming for the bookshelf) then clawed her way up onto our bed (was also quite high) on the duvet or something and then made her way into my pjs. I nearly squished her, I was half asleep and freaking that this thing was crawling up my leg. She got out of my pants and ran up to the pillow and sniffed my hair.

Had to take them both back to the petshop when we moved overseas though and I cried :(

They were so cute but had dead dead eyes.
(Sammyj, Fri 15 Jun 2007, 4:08, Reply)