Yes, for god's sake -- it's a rat. A RAT!
My Dear Sweet Sam's son, Thomas, is a rat afficionado. There was Roxy and a nameless one, Grande, and now....Fred. Thomas saved Fred moments before becoming snake food for his friend's enormous boa and I admire that.
Now I'll be honest here. The first time I saw Roxy, I could have screamed and stepped on her. But then....I don't know. I went soft. The tail still grosses me out to no end, but the rest of them is so sweet and soft and cuddly. We'd take the rat out in the summer when we had locusts and the little rat would eat the locusts! Which was fine by me. I hate those damn things.
But I have come to love rats. They don't live long - 3 years tops, but they are great pets surprisingly enough. Clean, affectionate, smart.
Now if you'll excuse me, I need to go buy some Yogurt Dip treats for Fred. We found out recently that Fred is actually Fredericka, and she needs her calcium.
Monday, March 16, 2009
Welcome Fred!
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Good for you. Rats are God's creatures, too. Remember Templeton? Sure, he had attitude, but when the chips were down he came through for Charlotte and Wilbur.
I loved Templeton, Gal! He was always my favorite character (and I think there's a bit of him in my own character of Trevor Wolff).
I've heard that rats make great pets. Unfortunately, I don't think even the smartest rat would stand a chance against my mouser of a cat.
Susan -- this is why Fred(ericka) lives with Sam and Thomas. I'm afraid my 3 cats would be all too amused with the little furry ball!
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