First, we start with fuzzies: tiny mice. He ate about two a week.
Ouroboros and the RAT didn’t exactly get a long, however, I would say that they “hit it off” quite nicely. The snake refused to devour the sacrificial rodent, but struck several times, causing the RAT great apprehension. This went on all night. And the next. And the next. At one point I woke to the RAT jumping up and down so fervently that it looked as if he were bouncing back and forth off the ceiling and floor! Ouroboros could have eaten him any time. Instead, there was some sort of stalemate that forced rodent and serpent to coexist.
Eventually I realized that Ouroboros simply would not eat. That’s how the RAT got in my lap. That’s also how the RAT got a name. It was the only thing I could do: LIVE with him! So I had to reach in the tank to rescue Templeton. It’s funny that I was more jumpy about picking up the RAT than handling a snake! Ouroboros had become familiar and friendly, while this finicky fuzzy thing with nails and a long bald tail was jumping up and down – slamming itself against the ceiling in reckless desperation! I understood his anxiety. When I finally reached down to let him up, the RAT and I made immediate friends.
Perched on my shoulder, Templeton was a cuddly neck warmer. He was friendly and the snicker of his whiskers, bubbly. The RAT is always doing something; he looks forever busy with little paws precision preening. Essentially, he is just a little ball of vibrational fluff. He doesn’t bite or scratch, just on with snicker whiskers.
Friends came over. They met Templeton and their hearts melded. The next day I got a call. The RAT was given a proper name and home. He goes by Edward Templeton these days. He is a very special RAT.
3 thoughts on “RATS!”
I like the tabby stripes on Sir Edward. Never seen a rat with those marks, and he comes with a very cool story. Reminds me of stories about gladiators surviving the arena and going off to live in the country.-g
He also survived an encounter with a cat while in his new home – he is certainly a gladiator king!
Casey, If you are going to send me anything to read do not start off with SNAKE pictures. Now, I am ill and have the willies. I HATE RAT EATING, MICE EATING, SEXUAL, SNAKES!!!!! YUCK, YUCK, YUCK!! My sympathies lie with the mice and rats….and believe me that is a hard call for me. How about getting a sweet little bunny to love, or cat, or dog? Tom and Mary would secretly love a BIG dog!! Go for it. You have my blessings. Take care and no more snakes!! Laurie